“Don’t worry, Max-it won’t last,” Hymie said. “She’s fickle.”
Max put a hand to his head. “Duty is duty,” he sighed. “If I have to, I suppose I have to.”
“Aren’t you feeling well, Max?”
“A little headache,” he replied. “Understandable, under the circumstances, I suppose.”
“You better go to her, Max,” the Chief said.
Max opened the door to Number One’s quarters. From inside came a happy clicking. Max dug into his pocket and got out a tablet, and, as he entered, popped it into his mouth. A moment after the door closed, there was a tremendous explosion.
“Let’s look on the bright side,” 99 said. “Maybe it was only Number One blowing a fuse.”
The Chief nodded. “Yes. . that’s the way Max would have wanted it,” he agreed.
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