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Sam wandered into Gene’s office, initially trying to look for the DCI in question. He didn’t have much luck, seeing as Gene probably already went to the pub.
He seemed to always be eager to leave and go to the pub. Sam wondered if Gene liked his job at all.
He sat down behind his desk, thinking about how he’d look if he was DCI. He’d be willing to take Gene’s job.
He opened a drawer, saw a small scrap of paper. He pulled it out, naturally curious.
He gave a small chuckle, looking at the drawings.
“My best mates.”