Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
"So, guilty," Tory said, hopping up from the desk (which caused it to go into a slight wobble). He grabbed another mug and poured coffee into it, then started adding potentially heart-stopping amounts of sugar and powered whitener. "What's the diagnosis, doctor?" He asked, grinning still as he used a spoon to stir it into a liquid that did actually resemble coffee, at least. "Am I 'poorly?'"
He laughed. "The doctors were the first to go, of course," Tory explained. "What kind of suspense novel would it be if they weren't? They'd done this to him, after all? Except of course for the brilliant and competent lady doctor who he saved for last and - you guessed it - ultimately fought him off and survived." His grin was one of almost ghoulish pleasure, and he chuckled again before taking a careful sip of his coffee. "Fuck, that's terrible. Perfect."