The Official Tag is "Some government jobs are more complicated than others."

A bit of Bartonesque snark, angst, and cynicism, but no more than is to be expected when you get paid to kill for a living.  (No obvious romance, alas, not even in the later chapters  -- I leave that to the Resident Masters Of Awesome, workerbee73 and bob5fic, with whom I cannot hope to compete, but it's a bit of a prequel to "Going to Ground" so feel free to imply all the future feels you want.)  There'll be kinda a point to all of it when its done.  I hope.

Oh, and since I am epically incompetent at posting text directly onto LJ (notwithstanding inkvoices kind assistance, which I simply haven't had the time to assimilate) all I can offer is a link to the sites that I HAVE figured out how to post to:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8631793/1/In-the-Service

and

http://archiveofourown.org/works/543070

PS:  Monday is over.  This is good.