Damian wasn't always the most observant, but he immediately knew something was wrong with Jane when she ignored him. She always had an ear to lend him, no matter how inane his stories might be. "Jane? I was just talking about how I made that song with the sirens, and the ministry forced me to destroy any recordings of it. But, of course, I kept a few copies for myself." He said, only trying to fill the air while closing the distance between the two unspeakables. "What's going on?" His voice now a whisper.
Before anything else could be said. Airey had returned and began deliberately spilling drinks on the floor. "Lemme help you out, mate." No longer feeling thirsty, Damian joined in and upended his cup, dumping his drink out on the floor. "What's the game plan, boss man?" Not wanting to confront his department head outright, he thought perhaps playing along might get him some answers.
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