Can not finish this sodding report. Too close today. Again. Bullet grazed his face this time, blood everywhere. One day it's gonna....

"Oi, Bodie, come 'ere and type this out. Yeah you, you lazy sod."

Gotta think about this.

"Agents 3.7 and 4.5 regret to inform you that they will no longer be putting their lives at risk for their country. Agent 3.7 is the kind of reckless idiot that will be killed at any moment..."

He's looking at me.

"...which would be detrimental to the health of..."

Still looking.

"...Agent 4.5 who..."

Bodie.

"Oh just type, you prat."

-- THE END --

July 2006