Beach - Afternoon

There were moments when it was very possible for someone to be too sober and Roy was certain this was one of them. The water washing around his feet and ankles was pleasant, his boots standing a few feet behind in the sand.

He'd wandered down to the beach when he'd started getting tempted to just burn the paperwork on his desk. It would probably just cause more paperwork anyway so a break seemed in order. Maybe he should just take the day off, but he didn't feel like going back to the apartment and his mind was on anything but work right now.

((For a certain spy, please.))