  So the following morning it went down something like this... "Special Agent Sprank, would you like to explain what happened to your vehicle? " "Why? Whappened to my vehicle? " "Sprank, are you drunk? " "Aggg, no. Just tired.
" Long, pregnant silence. The silence was carrying quintuplets and was four weeks past due. Sprank continued to mouth breathe and stare glassily at the corner of her superior officer's desk. Romeo sat in one of the fantastically uber-trendy office... well, repose experiential station was a better term than chair because it really was so much more than a chair... Sprank's head snapped back to the corner of the desk as she noticed her mind wandering ever further. It was completely gassed and she was afraid at some point it would get out of her reach and just disappear completely. "Sprank!
" Mental whiplash. "Yessir! " her body snapped to attention, at least. Romeo sat up a little straighter. Which meant he was a tad worried about his old partner. Generally, Romeo liked to leave the straightness to the pleats in his suit and to let the rest of himself drape gracefully like a tasteful window dressing against doorframes and over furniture.
Sprank usually found boneless slumping to look creepy when practiced by other men, but Romeo was an artiste. He managed to make it seem, whenever he entered a room, that he was the eternal centerpiece and that the rest of the room had just been hastily thrown together to accomodate his presence. Now he looked a bit crinkly around the eyes, could those be worry lines? In his flawless statue face? Good gad, thought Sprank, I must pull myself together. "Sir.
Could you repeat the question please, sir? " "Madame Sprank. Would you like to explain the condition of your automobile? " "The condition of my automobile? " "Well, apparently it has become invisible . " "Mmmm.
Yes. " Romeo choked slightly. He was trying not to laugh or something. Good. Make the cheeky bastard earn that aplomb. "Can you explain this?
" "Somnambulism, sir. " "Really? " "Quite. Suffered since childhood. I must've sleepwalked out and drawn all over my car. I have no recollection of it whatsoever sir, but it does explain this lingering tiredness.
" "That's b**ls**t, Sprank. " "Oh, no doubt, sir. " "Really, Madame, you are a well-respected field agent. If you wanted a new vehicle, you could have just filled out a form. " "But, sir, could I have used a big fattie marker on the form? Because it really was more about the big fattie marker.
Really. " "Get out. Romeo will join you shortly. He has new information pertinent to your mission. You have done some excellent preliminary work, Sprank. We are in your debt.
This is an amazing, career-building opportunity to make a major dent in LARVAE's operations. " "I'm very excited about that, sir. Practically leaping for joy. Can I have a robot? " "Get out, Sprank. " "Willdo, Sir.
Thank you sir. " 
