Trooper Station; Monday [ 02/08 ].

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If there was one thing in Angua's life that she could easily use less of, it would be desk shifts. She wasn't exactly used to them; being easily the Watch's best undercover cop, they had far better uses for her than behind a desk staring at a pile of paper.

Not so much here. Yet. And Ralph had been so...kind as to ensure that Angua wasn't lacking in files to go through to acquaint herself with her new beat.

It was interesting, in a 'bored if you do, bored if you don't' sort of way, but Angua was noticing at least one thing in a multitude of files that eventually inspired comment.

"Exactly how many people named Convenient EnPeeCee does this village have?"


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Gibbs was breezing his way through the office on his way towards the coffee machine when he saw someone different sitting at a desk and doing paperwork.

"You're new," he commented as he filled his mug.

Yes. That's Gibbs way of saying "hello".

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"Good observation," said Angua, looking up from the paperwork, a move that was done mostly because it would be nice to have a break from it. She gave him a subtle sniff-over, noticing nothing too out of the ordinary, which, in and of itself, especially around here, seemed notable.

"Sergeant Angua," she offered. "Just prowled into town."

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"Gibbs," he replied taking a sip of his coffee and moving to stand in front of Angua. "You got a job here quick."

He then noted the stack of paperwork. "And I see you've met Ralph."

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Angua passed a glance in the general direction of where Ralph probably was that showed how charming she found the fellow, with an equally disparaging look toward the files. Then she regarded Gibbs with a plaintive, "Let's just say I knew someone."

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"Oh?" Gibbs asked as he shrugged and headed over to his desk. "It's a small department. Vimes or Reese?"

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"Vimes," said Angua with a nod. "We're both from Ankh-Morpork."

Just...different ones. Generally, Angua was trying not to think of that too much.

"I haven't met Reese yet. But it's that small?"

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"Other than the guys in armor? Yeah. That's it," Gibbs sitting down and putting his own piles of paperwork in order. "Did he brief you on this place?"

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Angua looked at Gibbs for a moment before her eyes slide toward the pile of files. She cocked a thumb their way. "In the process of it," she said. She thought to mention that, in her experience, a briefing from Vimes generally involved a few statements, some very well controlled desires to bang his head on the desk, and then as gentle of a shove out the door as he could manage, the kind that came just inches away from defenestration.

She shrugged. "I tend to pick up on thing pretty well myself."

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Hmm. Sounded a lot like the briefings Gibbs gave to his team. Except Gibbs usually gave out the beatings about the head.

"Yeah, well that's a good skill to have around here," Gibbs replied as he started going through one stack of papers rather quickly. "Though if I were you I'd put in your vacation time for the month of December."

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"I don't think I've gotten to December yet," said Angua. "What happens then?"

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"A month of insane holiday crap," Gibbs grumbled. "Including a month of insane people calling us to complain."

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"I've," Angua considered the stack again, "noticed that that happens often, too. At least it's reassuring to know that, wherever you go, people will complain."