Stick With It Sunday

I like naming days apparently. ANYWAY having finished the Hatchet fic and resigned myself to the fact that the time loop fic requires a complete ground-up rewrite, I have started a new project.

The desk phone rang with its usual shrill tone. James Bigglesworth of the Air Police answered the phone perhaps two dozen times each day, and so had no reason to suspect that as a result of this particular call he would soon find himself in a mess of trouble.

“Bigglesworth speaking,” he said, as the receiver hissed quietly.

“There’s a woman here asking for you,” said the receptionist, sounding harried. “She’s being quite insistent about it.”

Biggles could just make out the sound of raised voices. “I’ll be down presently,” he said, and waited as little time as propriety allowed before hanging the phone back on its hook.

Algy glanced up at him from his own desk, where he had been busily folding a piece of newspaper into a paper football. “What’s toward?”

“Someone asking for me,” said Biggles. “Perhaps somebody has finally caught on to my web of crime.”

“That’ll be the day,” replied Algy. “If you’re not back in ten minutes I’ll have your desk, shall I?”

“Not if I get it first,” called Ginger, who had just returned from the kitchen with a cup of tea and plate of biscuits. Algy, disregarding the biscuits, threw the paper football at Ginger’s head.

While they were resolving their differences, Biggles ducked past them both and headed downstairs to the reception area.

 

It's set at some point after Follows On and involves more than one Lowenhardt! Because apparently I cannot stop starting long writing projects (I am supposed to be finishing my The Terror Big Bang fic).