Abaddon leaned back in his chair after he finished sending out an e-mail to every branch of the military.
In just a few minutes, he was planning to meet with the heads of the science and arms divisions to discuss potential countermeasures.
Perhaps this was the consequence of taking his sweet time in retiring. Unavoidable situations were coming up, and he had no one he could pawn off the responsibility on.
"You look like you're thinking something shameless."
Sif sat on top of her husband's desk and placed her feet in his lap. "Care to tell me if I'm right?"
Her gentle caress served to wrest a wry smile from his lips.
"Not quite as right as you seem to always think you are."
"So then that would dock me to what? 80% of the time instead of 100?"
"Sure... we can go with that if you like."
Sif rolled her eyes and switched from the desk to her husband's lap. Allowing herself to recline against his chest.
