Saturday, 26 May 2012

(Door Closing)

Dear me Sherlock, what on earth have you been doing to poor "Photographer"? Torture, I'm sure you of all people couldn't possibly condone that sort of thing. Regardless, he's an absolute shambles. This will take ages to fix. 
I've taken the liberty to post his farewell. It seems only fair. 

Preparations complete for transfer, awaiting finalization of orders.
It has been Pleasant working with Baker Squad.
Believe I will miss ... this.

Fiametta, I have taken Hamish with me, I hope that you do not mind. Perhaps if you let "Joseph" look he might find you another cat.

"Joseph", believe you will exceed Expectations. I am still indebted to you regarding the sniper. Took the liberty of fixing the blog for you. Hope you don't object.

Janitor, has been an honour working with you.

Ronin, try not to perform more Inadvisable Actions.

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  1. My apologies, Daed, but you forced my bloody hand. If a mention of you got him so riled up, I just had to see what a comment that he could not edit would do. Is it really all that surprising?

    It's a shame to see you go, Photo; and the coffee you left was much appreciated. No hard feelings, I hope? Here, I'll be sure to put a good word in for you in your new Division. You've earned it.

    1. Deliberately, Joseph? For shame.
      And you think I'm a monster?

    2. Oh please. Hardly my fault that this job is so bloody boring. Sometimes, one has to push a button just to see what would happen if it got tossing pushed. Of course, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

    3. What the fuck has gotten into you? What happened to the man I started working for?

    4. I have been advised to not be in contact with anyone who's defected, because technically, I'm the one that's supposed to hunt you down.

      Stop it, Nat. This isn't your world anymore.

    5. Hurting those you can actually reach in an effort to wound those who you can't touch now 'Joseph'? You are far more suited to this job than I gave you credit for.