20 September 2007, Boston Office of the FBI
Director Mark Grollier looked over his batch of requests for various agents in total boredom. Massachusetts was a wreck anymore, with high taxes, high unemployment, and a high than average dissatisfaction among it's citizens. Drugs, crime, black markets...they had it all here. Far be it for Grollier to point out that it was probably the way that they ran the place that was doing it.
Finally, after signing off on a half of a dozen requests and filing the others for later action, he reached the bottom of the stack. The request was from Washington, and it was a simple request to provide resources to it's new operative in the Manchester Field Office. Grollier snorted and signed off on it, noting the name "Marian Simmons" in the stack of information with the letter and signed off.
As he set the piece aside, he looked out his window north, snorted, thought about fishing the big lake, and snorted "Lucky cuss...wish it were me."
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