Another man in a suit entered the room and spoke to the other well dressed men, “37, there you are.”
“Just briefing the…”
“Whoa, whoa, you’re not playing the briefing on some big secret thing again, are you?”
“It’s okay, he has clearance.”
“Right, clearance, uh huh.”
“No, no, you don’t have to cover. Everything is in order.”
“Ha ha, you and your elaborate practical jokes,” the second man scoffed, sweating a little.
“He needs to know about the robot ninja we’ve planted at…”
“Ho ho, ha ha, robot ninja?! That is a step up from the alien DNA spliced carpenter you ‘briefed’ someone on last time.”
“I don’t have time for this. He’s clear to be told about the agenda in 4, 3, 2…”
“Sigh, let me see the paper.” The first man handed the second a carefully folded paper. They conferred, each pointing at different places on the document. Eventually, the first man smacked himself on his forehead and tucked the paper back away. He left the room dejectedly.
“I’m sorry sir. You’ll, um, have to wait here for a bit.”