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Quote Originally Posted by KiraVanhelsing



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Eliza sat stoically in front of the big oak desk as she stared up at the head director of the ministry. Her gloved finger moved the small spoon around her strawberry tea, as she tried to appear innocent as he ranted avidly at her. "WHY MUST WE CONTINUE THIS UNPLEASANT CONVERSATION AFTER EVERY BLOOMIN, MISSION I SEND YOU ON?" She opens her mouth about to speak but he cuts her off,"I give you specific instructions, to handle the situation delicately and you create a catastrophe wherever you roam. Not only are the damages cutting quite highly in the governments pension, but you have completely decimated a piece of historical architecture that can never be built again. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF MS. WOLFE!" She finally feels it is her time to talk and she starts with, "Well, I was just trying.." He cut's her off again,"Oh, of course you try, and you do get good results, no one will doubt you there, but by jove woman, does everything have to result with a pack of dynamite. If the world followed your methodology in problem solving, we would be dead before sundown." Eliza, sunk with even more guilt her pinned back brown hair, falling in cascades down her back. He finally moved back to sit in his seat waiting for her to speak. She paused, her head slightly bobbing to make sure he was done, and then she smiled,"Now.." Suddenly the phone rang and she sunked even further in her chair exasperation filling her as the director picked up the phone,"No..send him up when he arrives. Thank you Miss, Watts."

He sets the phone down then Eliza stands up speaking brashly, her course English accent flourishing as she tried to explain her case,"LOOK, Mr. Wellington, I am sorry for my lack of..well..preservation, but it was the only way to completely destroy that infernal Shaman, what with his living puppets. I was being ambushed and it was the only way to escape intact. I regret taking down the temple, but I feel incredibly bad about it. I swear I will never blow up another Inca temple for as long as I live. Good now, moving on."

She knew she wasn't getting away that easily, but she knew that the old man appreciated her, even now he was trying to stop the smile breaking on his features. Suddenly it was gone, and he smiled at her,"Oh yes, we can most definitely move on. It seems that my rants are not good enough incentive to start reform, so therefore I am taking more drastic measures." He stroked his beard a wicked grin appearing on his face. Mr. Wellington was known for his chivalry and almost legendary feats in the ministry. She began to feel small in comparison, and as he continued to speak forlorn fell across her features,"Therefore. I am assigning you a new partner. Fredrick is being moved to New Zealand, to work with the Ministry there and you will remain here under the tutelage of one of our best agents."

"BU...BUT!! Mr. Wellington, Fredrick and I have been through so much, isn't it, cruel to break us apart after all these years!"

He scoffed,"You have done enough to that poor man, then our medical payments can keep up with. He was absolutely splendid, to be moved, and he wishes you the best of luck with your new partner, who might be able to teach you a few things about proper respect, and take a certain seriousness to your missions."

She stands up, adjusting her pants and corset,"Oh let me guess, he's just an Upper class English toff, who probably bought his way into the Ministry and want's to play with the big boys now. Well I resist, I will not have some whiny, un-bred, pompous aristocrat, getting in my way and trying to take charge of my missions. You can tell him that!"