In Ookami's time, Big Brother was pissed. A thin trail of smoke trailed from his thin scarred lips. Ookami had failed them. In actuality he was rather surprised as Ookami had struck them as a resourceful young operative, but there were other operatives waiting to be inducted and assigned.
Bending his head slightly forward, he opened Ookami's paper profile, slicing his finger along the edge. Swearing, he scowled; with all the technology available, they still used paper for their people. It was safer, he agreed, digital technology opened up to many security risks. He blotted the cut with a tissue before grabbing a large red stamper and slamming it against Ookami's black and white photo, leaving the dark red letters imprinted M E, mental execution.
Throwing it on top of the other paper files that lined the corner of his desk. Grabbing another, he glanced for a second at the ticking clocks that clicked and ticked softly and in tune against the far gray wall.
Anya knocked softly on Big Brother's door before entering. She never directly looked in to Big Brother's face, but she offered him the same soft reassuring smile as she gathered all the M E files into her hands.
"Anya, look at me" Big Brother growled softly. That auburn hair and light violet eyes made his heart tingle. He wanted her, even knowing what she did, that the last thing those M E saw was her smiling face. He wished lustfully to take her and run his fingers through the thick, wavy umber hair. But, he restrained himself to just fantasizing and making sure at least one M E rested on the corner of his desk each day.
Anya looked up and met his eyes for a brief second "yes?" she replied softly. He felt that rush, but merely replied in a even tone, " that is all the files for today, thank you"
She held the files under her arm, her heels clicking against the tile floor. Overhead the lights gave off their eeiry humming, dimming softer and softer as she turned down the hall that led to her department. She entered her office and the drabness of the building disappeared. Her entire office was brightened by flowers and plants, some real, some artificial, but all crammed and overflowing onto the surfaces of the room.
Sitting down at her simple wooden desk, she began typing up the warrants of seizure for every person in the stack. These would be handed out to the correct officials, who would execute the orders. She recognized Ookami as she opened his file and sighed, he had seemed like an interesting operative, but apparently not good enough. She really did not feel anything, glancing over each photo as she ran through them, this was her job and she was good at it. She gave each M E a minute of care, before they permanently disappeared.
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