But, well, he is, of course, because while he might "just" be a middle manager, or "just" an I.T. guy, that's only due to the Laundry's style of matrix management –
The rest of the time, well, he's an active-duty operative, too, even if he's never been quite so prominent as to require a codename like good ol' Agent CANDID, and even if his own occult weaponry tends more toward the tiny pigeonfoot HOG-3 (hand of glory, three charges) around his neck, or the various PDAs he's had over the years.
The NecronomiPod is in his hand by the time he reaches the door, already at a full run – putting the lie to the idea that he's not even a little bit spry, of course – and flapping a hand at Peter-Fred to tell him to stay put (not that Mr Young isn't quite intelligent enough to do just that anyway).
IF Claire is screaming, and Claire went to the microwave, and the scream is coming from that way, and it isn't the sort of scream that says 'oh my god, how could someone let their cheese explode everywhere and then never clean it up' but rather the sort of scream that says 'arrgh, arrgh, the unspeakable horror from another dimension has broken through and is trying to eat my brain like popcorn', THEN...
Bob skids around the corner, narrowly missing Zombie-Guard Fred from Accounting, takes in the scene before him, and –
no subject
The rest of the time, well, he's an active-duty operative, too, even if he's never been quite so prominent as to require a codename like good ol' Agent CANDID, and even if his own occult weaponry tends more toward the tiny pigeonfoot HOG-3 (hand of glory, three charges) around his neck, or the various PDAs he's had over the years.
The NecronomiPod is in his hand by the time he reaches the door, already at a full run – putting the lie to the idea that he's not even a little bit spry, of course – and flapping a hand at Peter-Fred to tell him to stay put (not that Mr Young isn't quite intelligent enough to do just that anyway).
IF Claire is screaming, and Claire went to the microwave, and the scream is coming from that way, and it isn't the sort of scream that says 'oh my god, how could someone let their cheese explode everywhere and then never clean it up' but rather the sort of scream that says 'arrgh, arrgh, the unspeakable horror from another dimension has broken through and is trying to eat my brain like popcorn', THEN...
Bob skids around the corner, narrowly missing Zombie-Guard Fred from Accounting, takes in the scene before him, and –
Pauses.