Sunday, 22 June 2014

Shaving A Second Off



I had been staring at the when the coffee cup appeared next to me. I looked up at Officer 57-VU, who smiled at me.

“Rough night?”

I snorted as I began to stir the coffee.

“Something like that. I mean, with the troop movements near the border with the United Republic and the deadlock in the meeting of Royal Democracies, we are ticking away to all out war. Like five minutes and one second to it. So messy… Needs cleaning up.”

Officer 57-VU nodded and left.

An hour later an Ambassador was shot and we went to five minutes even.

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