Brass Wasps with brass coppervapes and silver Wasps with silver coppervapes.
Duh...
Ha! No admission or denial. I love how bureaucrats follow Russian mafia protocol. Why yes, I may have called you that, sorry.
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"Did he do it," a junior detective asks her senior organized crime detective.
"I'm not sure," the senior grunts.
"Did he confess or not? It's that simple," she comes back.
"Look, he says he did it alright. Can we prove it with cold hard fact and evidence? That's another story altogether, one we better be balls to the wall sure about too," the senior man says raising his voice.
"If not," the younger detective asks.
"We'll end up being converted to carbon in some Siberian gardening commune, no more questions," The older detective calls as he stands and walks out of the room, taking the young lady by her arm to guide her out as well.
Outside in their car twenty miles away from station house's holding floor, "so he did it but we need to prove it," she says.
He pulls out a worn silver box mod with an rda on it, takes a few long draws and as the vapor is exhaled, "He didn't do it but is covering for who did. We got shit all either way & they infiltrated us from day one, they know it."
"How do we bust them, then, chief," she asks while watching the street around them.
He chuckles, looks out over the street as well, "lamb or wolf," he asks her.
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Didn't feel like writing
formally today but a little ditty sneaking by stirs a realization which my therapist chuckled about today, "you could go anywhere, hunker down and fit right in. Survive and end up fitting in and doing or being anything." Sadly, yes that seems more and more keen to fit me. Some time ago it was good being a jack of all trades but master of none, with being master of one thing only being detrimental.
"Look all you can do is shoe horses. I need a smith that can make nails for ships, fashion hinges, forge out rifle barrels, make knives, swords, axe heads. You, I can buy a dozen of with a fourth what I'd pay a smith that does all those other things and shoes horses."
Nowadays though all the bosses want is the specialist. Then, bitch and complain no one can work anymore. Bah, che sarà sarà. Even being brass wasp to brass mod, SS wasp to aluminum mod. *chuckles* One of those "damnedest I seen yet".
May need to Spackle some drywall soon. Brought a futon upstairs to swap for our twin bed. Seems bullheaded me could listen and caused a few scratches. Couldn't listen because it was more work than expected, darn thing wanted to roll up the stairs and not come straight up. *makes note, strap futons that got two independent flip flopping backs together next time*
Just an odd note too. I had recalled something that got done because I made a promise to someone already dead. It was a bad auto accident scene. Promised a dead father his little girl would be alright, would watch out for her. The little girl wound up having free citizenship just as par for course. She vanished and nobody came to haul her back out of the country.
She had grandparent here legal but the family traveling had not quite gotten to "legal" at the point, the hospital of admission took her in as a Mary Anne Doe, Miss Ann Doe, nobody "knew" her exact name save that she was some Jane Doe, full citizen American. She had to be, all the rescue folks said so, all the state cops said so, all the firemen said so ... then all the hospital folks said so ... and so it came to be. She got to her grand parents too.
Last I heard she was planning from junior high school to get into a very nice college, become a nurse or a doctor. She wasn't sure and there was no need to press. Right was done and right was/is/will coming/come back. Irks me seeing things as they be in some ways. Ah hell, no poly ticks, i'll go wander and figure out codes for some dumb ass video game or buy some illicit stuff to pray with on that there dark web.
"I'm affixin' to do something even if t'is wrong, catch me now!"