#106 Clearance

...arrived early to make a good impression.

...scanned by a biometric coffee machine. It spat out a latte and a warning: “YOU ARE BEING OBSERVED BY DIMENSION BETA-3.”

...might be a prank. Might not?

Coffee was decent, though.

A pigeon landed on the windowsill and tapped out Morse Code with its beak.

Security saluted the bird.

Someone whispered, “….Commander Pecksley.”

I’m presuming it was Morse....either that or my colleagues are on hard drugs.

Also found a drawer full of expired passports, all with my face.

One of them had a moustache.

I do not have a moustache.