001 - Voice

[fuckitybye]

[Prior to this, anyone near Malcom's room (level 7, room 5) will have heard him banging about in confusion for a bit; as his cabin looks like his office at No. 10, that's where he thinks he is. Then, in an attempt to page his assistant, he accidentally turns on the voice posting device and a loud Scottish voice is heard:]

—Sam? SAM? The fuck is up with putting a bed in here? This some kind of fucking joke? I can ream out that twat Nicholson just fine with him bent over my fucking desk, aye?

[Pause.]

Sam?

Oh, for fuck's sake—

[Sound of door opening. Long, stunned silence.]

What the fuck?

Comments

Re: private

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

...The other one. Not Julia.

I suppose he's your fellow apparatchik, in a way. Sorry about that.

Re: private

[fuckitybye]

Hey, I never fucking electrocuted anyone. Threatened to, maybe.

Re: private

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Trust me, this conversation would have gone an entirely different route if I thought you had.

Re: private 1/2

[fuckitybye]

Well that's a bloody comfort I'm sure.

Re: private 2/2

[fuckitybye]

You've been right bloody helpful, Sergeant. Even if you don't hold with the cursing.

private

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Language or not, nobody deserves to be here without any kind of explanation. So you're welcome.