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Whumptober Day 7: Unconventional Weapon (Agent Carter)
No. 7: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES
Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | “It’s us or them.”
And now we start to go out of order a bit. I saw this prompt and IMMEDIATELY thought of Peggy. 400 words, probably between-seasons-ish.
"Oh God, now what," Jack groaned as Peggy slapped a form down on his desk. He took a quick glance. It was the F-2490 form, Destruction of Property. "Peggy, what did you do."
"My job," Peggy said brightly. "Quite successfully, I might add. So I'll just be going--"
"Oh no, get back here for a minute, Agent Carter." Jack picked up the form and scowled warily at the closely placed, neat handwriting. "Two sacks of fertilizer?"
"It was explosive."
"Twelve drain covers, and 'sewer infrastructure,' unspecified."
"Collateral damage from the explosion."
"I'm sure," Jack muttered, reading on. "One dustbin lorry, and I have no idea what that is but I hope it's not too large or expensive--"
"I suppose you'd call it a garbage truck," Peggy said.
So much for that hope. "Explosion again, I presume?"
"No, " Peggy said. "It was-- er, driven into a warehouse."
She had taken up a pose standing at attention in front of his desk with her hands clasped behind her and back straight as if lecturing in front of a schoolteacher. Her eyes sparkled, however. Jack noticed warily that there was plaster dust incompletely brushed off her hair and clothes.
"I ... see. And I also see the next item is ... one warehouse." He looked up. Peggy was gazing above his shoulder at the wall. "You knocked down a warehouse with a garbage truck?"
"Oh, no, of course not," Peggy said. "That is, not entirely. The lorry came off very much the worse for wear."
"So what took out the warehouse? Oh. 'One construction crane, fallen' -- Carter --"
She was now looking at the ceiling. Her lips twitched before she said with studied calm, "The warehouse came off the worse for wear in that encounter."
"I'm sure it did," Jack said, also very calm. "'One barge, carrying a load of' -- Carter, did you sink a barge--"
"It was at dock, and some of the warehouse fell on it."
Jack laid down the page. "I don't think I need to read any more of this right now. At least tell me you have the suspect in custody."
"We wrapped up the entire ring," Peggy said brightly. "I'll just be off to write my report now."
"Oh -- well, that's good, seeing as how I have to justify this to New York's taxpayers." His eyes drifted to the page again. "The barge drifted into the -- bridge -- Carter!"
The door slammed behind her in a hasty exit.
Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | “It’s us or them.”
And now we start to go out of order a bit. I saw this prompt and IMMEDIATELY thought of Peggy. 400 words, probably between-seasons-ish.
"Oh God, now what," Jack groaned as Peggy slapped a form down on his desk. He took a quick glance. It was the F-2490 form, Destruction of Property. "Peggy, what did you do."
"My job," Peggy said brightly. "Quite successfully, I might add. So I'll just be going--"
"Oh no, get back here for a minute, Agent Carter." Jack picked up the form and scowled warily at the closely placed, neat handwriting. "Two sacks of fertilizer?"
"It was explosive."
"Twelve drain covers, and 'sewer infrastructure,' unspecified."
"Collateral damage from the explosion."
"I'm sure," Jack muttered, reading on. "One dustbin lorry, and I have no idea what that is but I hope it's not too large or expensive--"
"I suppose you'd call it a garbage truck," Peggy said.
So much for that hope. "Explosion again, I presume?"
"No, " Peggy said. "It was-- er, driven into a warehouse."
She had taken up a pose standing at attention in front of his desk with her hands clasped behind her and back straight as if lecturing in front of a schoolteacher. Her eyes sparkled, however. Jack noticed warily that there was plaster dust incompletely brushed off her hair and clothes.
"I ... see. And I also see the next item is ... one warehouse." He looked up. Peggy was gazing above his shoulder at the wall. "You knocked down a warehouse with a garbage truck?"
"Oh, no, of course not," Peggy said. "That is, not entirely. The lorry came off very much the worse for wear."
"So what took out the warehouse? Oh. 'One construction crane, fallen' -- Carter --"
She was now looking at the ceiling. Her lips twitched before she said with studied calm, "The warehouse came off the worse for wear in that encounter."
"I'm sure it did," Jack said, also very calm. "'One barge, carrying a load of' -- Carter, did you sink a barge--"
"It was at dock, and some of the warehouse fell on it."
Jack laid down the page. "I don't think I need to read any more of this right now. At least tell me you have the suspect in custody."
"We wrapped up the entire ring," Peggy said brightly. "I'll just be off to write my report now."
"Oh -- well, that's good, seeing as how I have to justify this to New York's taxpayers." His eyes drifted to the page again. "The barge drifted into the -- bridge -- Carter!"
The door slammed behind her in a hasty exit.