ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ [ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

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Bud sat at his desk, reading the same newspaper he's been reading for the past couple of hours. Diego sat at his own small desk behind Bud, glancing over at him multiple times.

He noticed a small picutre of Bud and his family, making him say "I got three about the same age."

"The picture's around ten years old." Bud told him "Kids are all grown up now. They've got their own lives, their own kids."

"Must be nice." Diego huffed.

Bud frowned "Not in the slightest. They can't stand me." Diego looked at him "First wife left me years ago. I'm on my third divorce."

"Damn, dude!" Diego said, shocked. After a moment, Diego got curious "What happened?"

"The job." Bud told him "When they send you on an assignment, the last thing you wanna do is let anyone know where you are or what you're doing. That includes family. You don't want them worrying."

Diego, holding a stapler now, leamed forward in his seat "Yeah, but. . ." Diego rolled his chait over, sitting next to Bud now "She knew the life. Right? I mean, working for the CIA."

"Yeah, sure she knew." Bud said "And when the kids were old enough, so did they. For the first few years, being away all the time worked. Until it didn't."

"Hmm." Diego listened carefully.

"We just slowly slipped apart, you know?" Bud said "Became strangers in our own home."

"Yeah, but, the missions." Diego looked at him "Travelling all over the world."

"I'd trade it all in." Bud said instantly "All of it in a second for a chance to have dinner with my kids at 6:00, help them with their homework, or a chance to lie down next to my wife at the end of the day." Diego thought deeply as Bud said "That's why I'm down here. File and pile. That's the way to go."

"Uh. . ." Diego frowned "File and Pile?"

"Yeah." Bud answered.

"I thought this was an elite unit." Diego said, confused.

Bud scoffed loudly "Son, the only elite thing about this unit is our pension status."

Diego, now sounding disappointed, said "But. . . But what about that guy? I mean, he said he worked the Castro file back in the day."

"Castro?" Bud scoffed again "Sure, Larry Castro, the counter fit olive oil king of the Dutch Antilles. Yeah. That was a real embarrassment for the agency."

"This is legs and eggs." Diego said, disappointedly.

Bud looked at him "Sunday brunch, my friend." After a moment, Bud said "I gotta chop a log."

Diego huffed disappointedly as Bud got up and left. Diego looked at the photo of Bud with his kids. He had a growing sadness rush inside him.

Diego pushed himself back to his temporary desk, letting out a sigh as he picked up the phone. He then began to dial his house phone number, knowing that Y/n would probably be there by now.