Nemesis

[Meallan]

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Meallan nodded at the bear of a man as he left, making a mental note to send the beer down. Nothing did hit the spot better than some cold ones after bay work. Before he could turn his head back at Avery, a small commotion was heard, right outside the door. An unknown woman just bumped into Levy. And he was now fiercely rubbing a rag all over her breasts. Meallan sipped his beer while watching the scene. "Lucky man. Or a very smart one." He thought.

Avery however was sighing at the whole scene, and rubbed his nose bridge with his eyes closed, obviously trying to shake the mental image of the Chief rubbing the woman breasts like was a dirty hull plate. The show finally ended and the woman spoke, obviously one of the operatives of the Agency. Meallan took the beer to his lips and rose his eyebrow. "What now?" His mind spoke again, leaving Avery to deal with her.

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