When: 9th December 1980 Where: Ministray Who: @dickdowndearborn
Three weeks. It had been three weeks of desk duty, and Frank was drawing closer and closer to insanity. Three weeks of working next to the biggest idiots *coughemersoncough* in the department, and nothing exciting had yet to cross his desk. Until that day.
He recognised the case immediately, including the note to inform the person who filed it of the recent uncovering. Usually, that would involve an owl, or calling someone in for a meeting, but Frank was going to use any excuse he could get to get up from his desk.
He moved slower than he liked, rebuilding the strength in his legs taking longer than first though, much to his annoyance. But he eventually arrived in the obliviators department.
“Dearborn, a word?”
