The day-to-day occupation of the average secret agent mostly consists of hurry up and wait. In my case, that means filling in on annoying bits of administrative scutwork and handling upgrades to the departmental network—when I’m not being called upon to slay multi-tentacled horrors from beyond spacetime. (Which doesn’t happen very often, actually, for which I am profoundly grateful.)
Scotto regular post.
All morning, it’s been like the opposite if the opening of the prisoner. Fingerprinted, background check, and so many forms to fill.
Rather nice things:
They scanned my hands for prints rather than using an inkpad.
The security officers were all quite professional and friendly.
Building is easily accessible by metro.