Middleman HQ, Wednesday Evening
Sep. 1st, 2011 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notahostageSome days were slow days.
Some days had no supervillians, no plans elegant in their simplicity, no countdowns to the world going boom.
Occasionally these day also had no paperwork to be filed, no alien or mystical artefacts to catalogue, not even any cleaning to be done.
Sadly, that didn't mean they could take a break and leave early. Because after all, it could all go wrong in and instant.
Luckily for Wendy, the Middleman had a wonderfully comfortable shoulder, which he didn't mind sharing with her while they waited for something, anything to happen.
Some days had no supervillians, no plans elegant in their simplicity, no countdowns to the world going boom.
Occasionally these day also had no paperwork to be filed, no alien or mystical artefacts to catalogue, not even any cleaning to be done.
Sadly, that didn't mean they could take a break and leave early. Because after all, it could all go wrong in and instant.
Luckily for Wendy, the Middleman had a wonderfully comfortable shoulder, which he didn't mind sharing with her while they waited for something, anything to happen.
