Fic - Sounds Of Silence
I really do have a life. Honest.
FanFic100 prompt: 037 - Sound
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 3 - Silence
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Summary: The Alphabets have their work cut out for them when it comes to dealing with the Major. Some days more so than others.
By: Margaret Price
Written: August 29, 2007
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Sounds Of Silence
Word count: 424
Silence isn’t golden, it’s scary.
The Intelligence office on the fifth floor of Bonn’s NATO headquarters was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Occasionally there would be a rustle of paper, or a drawer opening and closing, after which the oppressive silence descended like a dark cloud. Even the computer keyboards were unusually silent.
The sound of the Major’s lighter snapping as he lit a cigarette caused everyone to jump. Only a few dared to chance a quick, furtive glance in his direction. They were rewarded with an icy glare. No one dared to look at the clock.
It was late afternoon when Agent A got to his feet. “It’s time. Reports, gentlemen.” he announced.
Printers came to life, humming for a few moments before going silent again. Agent A gave his fellow Alphabets a sympathetic look as they placed documents into folders and then rose in turn, placing the folders on the Major’s desk. They waited long enough to receive a curt nod of dismissal from the officer before turning and quickly returning to their desks to straighten them before fleeing the office.
One by one, the Alphabet left for the night. Agent A was the last to go, placing his folder directly into his superior’s hands. “Good night, sir,” he said, receiving a piercing look for a few seconds before being dismissed with a nod.
A retrieved a few personal items from his desk before leaving. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, seeing the Major already going through the report that was just handed to him.
A wasn’t surprised to find his fellow agents waiting impatiently for him near the elevators.
“Well?” G asked.
Agent A frowned. “Well what?”
“How long is this gonna go on?” This was Agent B, who was sure his nerves could not take another day like today.
Agent A drew a deep breath before replying. “Two weeks.”
There was a chorus of groans in reply.
“Doctor’s orders, remember?” A reminded.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to be speaking at once…
“I’m taking my vacation days.”
“Me, too.”
“I need a drink.”
“Me, too!”
“I’m buying.”
“You’re on!”
The Alphabet left as one for the nearest bar.
When they had first heard the news, they were ecstatic. It was almost too good to be true. The Major-with laryngitis! And with doctor’s orders not to speak! There truly was a God.
That was before they discovered just how terrifying a silent Iron Klaus really was.
Yes, there truly was a God.
And he had a damned odd sense of humor.
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FanFic100 prompt: 037 - Sound
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 3 - Silence
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Summary: The Alphabets have their work cut out for them when it comes to dealing with the Major. Some days more so than others.
By: Margaret Price
Written: August 29, 2007
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sounds Of Silence
Word count: 424
Silence isn’t golden, it’s scary.
The Intelligence office on the fifth floor of Bonn’s NATO headquarters was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Occasionally there would be a rustle of paper, or a drawer opening and closing, after which the oppressive silence descended like a dark cloud. Even the computer keyboards were unusually silent.
The sound of the Major’s lighter snapping as he lit a cigarette caused everyone to jump. Only a few dared to chance a quick, furtive glance in his direction. They were rewarded with an icy glare. No one dared to look at the clock.
It was late afternoon when Agent A got to his feet. “It’s time. Reports, gentlemen.” he announced.
Printers came to life, humming for a few moments before going silent again. Agent A gave his fellow Alphabets a sympathetic look as they placed documents into folders and then rose in turn, placing the folders on the Major’s desk. They waited long enough to receive a curt nod of dismissal from the officer before turning and quickly returning to their desks to straighten them before fleeing the office.
One by one, the Alphabet left for the night. Agent A was the last to go, placing his folder directly into his superior’s hands. “Good night, sir,” he said, receiving a piercing look for a few seconds before being dismissed with a nod.
A retrieved a few personal items from his desk before leaving. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, seeing the Major already going through the report that was just handed to him.
A wasn’t surprised to find his fellow agents waiting impatiently for him near the elevators.
“Well?” G asked.
Agent A frowned. “Well what?”
“How long is this gonna go on?” This was Agent B, who was sure his nerves could not take another day like today.
Agent A drew a deep breath before replying. “Two weeks.”
There was a chorus of groans in reply.
“Doctor’s orders, remember?” A reminded.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to be speaking at once…
“I’m taking my vacation days.”
“Me, too.”
“I need a drink.”
“Me, too!”
“I’m buying.”
“You’re on!”
The Alphabet left as one for the nearest bar.
When they had first heard the news, they were ecstatic. It was almost too good to be true. The Major-with laryngitis! And with doctor’s orders not to speak! There truly was a God.
That was before they discovered just how terrifying a silent Iron Klaus really was.
Yes, there truly was a God.
And he had a damned odd sense of humor.
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