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nervously from foot-to-foot.
    "Erm…I don’t really know where it is."
    "What do you mean exactly?" asked Agent One narrowing his eyes.
    "Well…there's a reason why they call me the Vanisher and not the Recoverer."
    "So how do we get all this man's goods back?" hissed the agent icily.
    "For that we need the Recoverer."
    "Then give the Recoverer a call."
    "Yeah…he died a while ago." mumbled the Vanisher.  "It kind of ruined our whole operation.  We could find the goods and vanish the goods, but never bring them back."
    "What is this man saying?" demanded the shop owner.
    "Did you sign that voluntary waiver relinquishing all rights and privileges to the contents of your store?" asked Agent One with a hopeful look in his eyes.
    "I did."
    "Then have a good day, sir." he said striding from the shop quickly.
     

6.
     
    S.H.I.T headquarters (reprimand 2)
     
     
    “Get your sorry pale asses in this room right now!” shouted the angry voice from beyond the thick mahogany door.
    Agent One glanced across to Agent Two nervously, but didn’t move.
    “You go first.” said Agent One nodding towards the door handle.
    “No, you go first.”
    “I don’t want to.”
    “But Agent Two always follows Agent One.  You can’t argue with the numerical sequence, plus I was the first through the door last time the General wanted to see us.”
    “Shall we do rock, paper scissors, best of three?” asked Agent One hopefully.
    “In here now!” roared the General sounding nearly apocalyptic.
    Cursing under his breath Agent One reached for the door handle and opened it before stepping into the office onto the plush blue carpet as the General paced up and down the room with his arms clasped behind his back.
    He shot them a glance as they entered and growled low in his throat with his pencil thin moustache twitching in anger.
    “Get in here you worthless, stupid, no good, goddamned pains in my ass.” snarled the General pausing midstride and glaring across to them.
    With a grunt he strode across to the two agents who were stood stiff to attention with their shoulders pulled back and their eyes forward.
    “Are you eyeballing me, son?” whispered the General menacingly, as he peered up at Agent One.  “Did I say you could look me in the eye, agent?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Look me in the eye when I’m dressing you down, agent.” barked the General.
    “Sir.”
    “Look straight, not down at the ground.”
    “But sir, if I look straight ahead I can only see the top of your head.” said Agent One licking his lips nervously.
    A frosty silence descended on the room and after a few long seconds the General narrowed his eyes and leant up on his tiptoes staring closely at the agent.
    “Is that a sizeism joke aimed at my personal size?” he asked, with his voice dripping with venom.
    “No, sir.  Merely highlighting that I would have difficulty looking straight and at your eye-level without crouching down to your level of importance.”
    “Was that humor directed at my expense?”
    “No sir.”
    “Well if it was I like it,” said the General chuckling.  “We all need a bit of humor; it offers a way to embrace our little quirks and imperfections.  Am I right or am I right, agents?”
    “Sir.” they said in perfect unison.
    Agent One smiled and looked across to Agent Two and some of the tension eased in the office.
    “Well, what are you waiting for, agent?” spat the General raising his eyebrows and smoothing down his moustache in one motion.
    “Sir?”
    “Get down to my level this second, agent.”
    Agent One blinked then squatted down with knees bent on his haunches so he was eye-level with the General who nodded his head in approval.
    “Comfortable?” he asked.
    “Slight calf burning sensation, sir.” replied Agent One.
    “Good, continue to hold that crouch agent while we address some serious issues which has come to my attention.”
    The General walked over to one of the wing-backed chairs and dragged it across the