Agent Pollawski gracefully sauntered across the oval office with care not to drop a single drop of them cocaine-topped martinis. He lovingly lowered them onto the table, and he slipped out of the room as unobtrusively as he had gone in.
Sir Ronald Mac sipped his drink with great pleasure and strategically placed it on top of a Saint Hassan i Sabbah coaster. The president was rubbing his wrists deletanctly:
– So, you reckon we go an’ take your nanite campaign to the next stage?
– Look, Jack, how much longer do you think we can stay locked in the first phase? We are already served by billions and billions…
