Sally's eyes darted suddenly to Steelbeak's left, her expression souring.

"There you are!" Gabriel cried, entirely out of breath as she ran into the reception area. "Quit flirting with the hired help. We've got a job to do! Tout de suite!"

Sally watched the two F.O.W.L. agents hightail it out of the main reception area and sighed heavily. She could happily listen to Steelbeak prattle on about nothing or anything for hours. Too bad he's poultry, she thought. It was not their age difference but that fact, instead, which kept her idle flirtatious threats idle. She hadn't the heart to tell him but figured he knew on some level.

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