michael winter. (wwinter) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-01-19 16:16:00 |
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A change of scenery. Sometimes, it helped. Though things might have been going smoother if he wasn’t also trying to eat.
With a screwdriver in one hand and a fork in the other, everything was somewhat difficult. But hey—who didn’t like a challenge? If there was one thing he’d had to adjust to when becoming a Handler, it was learning how to multi-task. And if he had to sacrifice one hand to tinker with a small circuit board while the other speared some meatballs out of his pasta – so be it.
Fortunately, it was late enough in the cafeteria, meaning that things weren’t exactly busy. A few agents were scattered around at different tables eating, but they all either wanted to be left alone, or didn’t want to bug him while he was clearly working. But he’d invaded the public space with his work, so if they’d all gotten together to create a din of white noise, he hardly could have complained.
Still, the relative silence, aside from his minor grunts of annoyance, was kind of nice. From the cafeteria he could hear the clatter of plates being washed in the kitchens, but it was distant and dulled, making it sound more like static than a constant, direct, frustrating clatter.
“Come on, come on, come on—,” he muttered to himself. “You know you want to—Aha! There you go.”