“You know,” Cillian says, drumming his fingers against the polished wood surface of his desk, “I would just love to hear the story of how you somehow managed to come back from an investigative mission to arrest a middle-aged scientist with one agent injured, another run off to God knows where, and still no idea where Abbott is.”
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“You know,” Cillian says, drumming his fingers against the polished wood surface of his desk, “I would just love to hear the story of how you somehow managed to come back from an investigative mission to arrest a middle-aged scientist with one agent injured, another run off to God knows where, and still no idea where Abbott is.”