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He read the report over again, his thumb worrying along the edge of the folder. He hadn’t noticed how hard he was pressing in his growing discomfort over the missive’s contents, and sliced a clean, thin line vivisecting the pad.
The sharp sting was enough to distract him, and he idly watched the blood bead at the bottom of the cut, grow large enough until gravity urged its fall, and it was only then that he raised it to his lips to suck away at the wound.
Of course it was precisely at that moment that Reno entered, to witness his boss with his thumb in his mouth, like some blighted infant. Tseng glared at him as he slouched in, more irritated at the inauspicious, ill-timed occasion, and flicked a chin at the chair opposite him. “Sit,” he muttered, leaving off the matter of his thumb and wrapping it quickly with a tissue retrieved from inside his desk.
He closed the folder and tossed the report at him, frowning. “We’re moving ahead with the project,” Tseng informed him. “That project. And I’ve just been given orders to execute the extraction. I’d like your input in this: how best to proceed. I don’t expect this to be a simple snatch and grab, so I’d like to consider all information, and all recommendations.”
