“ Is Chief Monroe in? ”
“ Yes, he asked me to show you to your office, ” Agent Harris answered , leading the way through a set of wooden doors. “ Then I can take y ou to his office as well . ”
“ Thanks, I ’ d appreciate it . ” I follow ed him, taking everything in as I went. I made note of the dingy tan carpeting, the ceiling lights that had burnt out, the bits of paper and food wrappers decorating the room ’ s various corners.
I also noticed the nume rous cubicles where people seemed to be either chatting or playing an assortment of games on their computers or checking their Facebook . There seemed to be a lot of agents doing absolutely nothing of use and not even trying to hide it. “ Did you guys just finish a big case? ”
“ No, why? ” he asked me over his shoulder.
“ Is it always like this? ”
“ Like what? ” T his time he turn ed to face me with a quizzical expression . I gestured around the room, showing the goofing off.
“ Like this! ” I answered, not hiding my shock . “ P eople lounging around and obviously not working. ”
“ Welcome to the MNSTR Squad, ” he replied chuckling and went back to leading the way. “ We only get called in for murders where the suspects aren ’ t human. Here ’ s your office. ”
I turned back to where he was pointing . The space was large but filthy. Dust covered the desk ’ s surface and the small trash can was overflowing with garbage, yellowed pieces of paper spilling over onto the floor. I couldn ’ t ev en hide the disgust on my face that they didn ’ t even bother to have it cleaned for me. I set my box down on the desk that looked like it was on its last leg of life and turned back to Agent Harris.
“ I ’ m ready to see the Chief now . ” I told him.
“ You don ’ t want to get settled in first? ” I think he could tell I was annoyed then and started shifting his weight uncomfortably as if wondering if I might take it out on him.
“ Well since I don ’ t seem to have a power washer or a HAZMAT team, ” I answered sarcastically. “ I think I ’ ll meet with the Chief first. ”
“ Yeah, we don ’ t have a cleaning crew or maintenance, ” Harris replied, obviously catching on to my meaning. “ You ’ ll get used to it. ”
“ No, I won ’ t . ” I rubb ed my forehead in frustration, as he turned to show me the way to the Chief ’ s office. “ I work for the FBI, not some mom and pop private investigators. ”
“ Here ’ s Chief Monroe ’ s office . ” Agent Harris pointed to a closed door after a short walk across the main floor. “ I ’ ll see you Monday morning, Special Agent Thomas. ” He gave me a small half-smile before turning to depart.
“ Thanks for the tour , ” I called out after him as I knocked on the Chief ’ s door.
“ Come in, ” I heard him yell from the other side of the door.
“ Got a minute, Chief? ” I asked after I opened the door and stuck my head in. I noticed that his office was not as messy as the rest of the place, but the carpet still needed a good vacuuming. Chief Chad Monroe had been working on something on his computer when I opened the door but backed his chair away from it and turned to face me as I came in.
“ Of course, Thomas, ” he answered smiling. “ Please, come in. ”
“ Thanks . ” I clos ed the door behind me before taking a seat on the chair in front of his desk. “ Agent Harris showed me my office. ”
“ I know that tone . ” Chief Monroe rais ed an eyebrow.
“ Yeah, after the H AZMAT team has a go at it, ” I chirped sweetly. “ It might be able to be used. ”
“ I understand you ’ re used to the FBI that actually has a budget, Thomas. This isn ’ t that FBI. ”
“ What ’ s with everyone lounging around? They still work, right? ”
“ Yes, my agent ’ s work, Thomas, ” he replied, starting to get annoyed with me and not hiding it well. “ Our division is only a few years old . M ost agents don ’ t take us
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