A.N.E.M.O.N.E. Games SitRep: 004
004 leaned back in her desk chair, propping her feet on the desk.
Well, technically, it was Mallory's desk chair, and Mallory's desk, but what the old bastard (affectionate. sort of.) didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She'd be out of there by the time he was done with Legal--something to do with all the paperwork for the injuries from the trust fall exercise yesterday afternoon--and she liked the view of London she could see from his desk. It was a good place to think--to take stock.
It had been, trust fall injuries aside, a remarkably productive A.N.E.M.O.N.E. Games. The officially sanctioned activities, including the collaborative puzzles, cryptograms, crafting, and icebreakers had had better attendance than even M had expected, perhaps because 004 had taken to popping into people's offices when they were trying to shirk and "suggesting" that they be more of a team player, Q, thank you very much.
And the double ohs' technically unsanctioned activities? Well, those had gone swimmingly, if she did say so herself. And she did.
All in all, it was a month well spent. MI6 felt more unified, and not only because everyone, including Legal, was now furious at Mallory. They definitely stood a chance at winning the next Five Eyes Field Day if they kept this up, and they would keep it up. 004 would make sure of it.
She'd never really thought about retiring as an agent, but maybe it was time.
She'd make a hell of a motivational coach.
This fills Scavenger Hunt #29, create an in-character post telling us how your character fared at the A.N.E.M.O.N.E. Games.
