Reblogged to go with the Word of the day challenged: toxic
It was going to be a long day. That much had been clear the minute that woman had turned up on the door. He’d briefly met her several months ago when Arthur had got him roped into conducting a medical assessment on that Saudi prince who wasn’t.
“Well she knocked on the door and asked me if I would accompany her as she had a military patient and she knew I was responsible,” Dr. Webster explained.
“Really?” Queried Arthur
“No, she forced my flat door and told me I was now working for the military and to consider myself under Marshall-law.”
Arthur smiled, a very condescending smile suggesting he already knew this and had been humouring him.
“So what’s the beef?” Dr Webster asked impatiently.
“I can’t tell you,” replied Arthur innocently.
Dr. Webster tutted, “Arthur can you please, just this once, not do the enigmatic spy routine, I am…
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