The Thrilling Conclusion

Their business concluded, the two conspirators relaxed into the habits and mannerisms of a long friendship. Grayson stood and walked to her desk, retrieving the bottle of bloodwine and pair of goblets that he knew were stored in the bottom drawer. He poured them each a glass, and the two sipped the wine and lapsed into idle conversation. "Do you remember when we were the worst of enemies?" She asked, abruptly. "Yes," Grayson smirked, "the 'good old days.'" She laughed. "You were always so concerned with your honor. It's a good thing I've never had any..." she mused. Grayson set down his now empty glass. "I must be going," he said, standing. She stood, also, and moved to hug him in farewell. Stilling his features into a mask of impassivity, he allowed her the embrace. "I'll be seeing you again soon, won't I, Gray?" She inquired. "Undoubtedly, my lady..." he replied, "for there is always more work to be done." Grayson stepped back, smirking. "I shall return in the fullness of time. Expect me when you see me," he continued, crypticly. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers and vanished into an immense blue vortex. Alone, once again, in the comfortable silence of his office, he returned to his desk, reading and filing the next stack of reports. "Nav vum jay'!" he swore at the paperwork in his native tongue as he hummed a dulcet melody, completely incongruous to his Klingon cursing.

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