James grabbed the pile of paperwork in front of him he had always hated paperwork God damn, I feel sorry for Flynn he looked over it all quickly, mundane reports of nothing, requests from the armoury and medical corps, nothing of any real value, James grabbed the glass of whisky next to him to find it empty, the bar had closed up aswell so no hope of more for now "Figures..." James pushed the paperwork aside and began cleaning his revolver once more, he opened it up and cleaned and polished all the parts, oiled the parts that needed oiling, then put it back together again in record time, James holstered the revover once more and gave another sigh as he sat back and light another smoke.
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