The Archfornicator of Canterbury

61 Wake up and smell the coffee

Horst Hurenschwanz wasn't too pleased when he heard that the Minister had given away his office without bothering to ask him what he thought. He barely had time to lock away all his sensitive documents before Musilicus stormed in like he owned half of Bulimia. There wasn't much he could have done, though. Cagadero was the boss and there was nobody to complain to about his antics, not that Hurenschwanz would have deemed it proper to do so in any case. A public servant who wished to hang on to his job until retirement day was usually patient enough not to question the wisdom of his superiors too eagerly.

There was no way of knowing how long Musilicus would occupy the office. The Minister said he'd make sure it wouldn't be too long, but he wasn't the one who now had to make do with a table in the canteen. It wasn't all bad, though. The walk to the coffee machine was a lot shorter. Hurenschwanz was in the middle of reviewing the case files of Jack Back when Luigi Scoreggia came in.

"What's up boss."

"I guess you've already heard about the alien visitors."

"Yeah. Gives me the creeps. I also heard we are holding one of them."

"Not quite. We have invited their spokesman to stay with us."

"He's not alien then is he."

"Depends on what your definition of an alien is. It's the Archbishop."

"No shit. I didn't know he was best chums with Martians."

"He seems to have struck some kind of Faustian deal with them. He's a young man once again. Lost a lot of weight as well. Any news on the CIA agent."

"He hasn't been seen in the country for days. He could be anywhere by now."

"Keep an eye open. I have a feeling he will turn up somewhere soon."

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