Rachel refolded the building plan she'd been studying and looked up. "I would have thought infestation covered it nicely. A vomit of Gimbree would be accurate, but it doesn't really flow."
Sighing, Dawn tried to think of a suitable civilian description. "I'm sick of this. It feels uncomfortably like fiddling the books."
"I know, but if we don't, the bastards refuse pay up." Rachel folded another plan. "That was the McGruder job?" Dawn nodded. "Go with pest removal, it's close enough to the truth."
open_on_sunday — challenge #275: pride
open_on_sunday — challenge #276: flag
open_on_sunday — challenge #277: doctor
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse