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Oz was engrossed on his spy-cam footage of the Contra offices, he was impressed, he'd been gone two whole weeks and the place wasn't on fire. Yet.

Not that that was stopping him messing with Dutch, who seemed to be under the impression hearing Oz's voice over the PA system meant one of them was psychic. It was the little things like that, which made Oz's day.

[Closed door, open post.]

Current Mood: devious

While nothing could compare to his office back at Contra, what with the built-in cone of silence and secret tunnels, and of course all those things that made an office more like a home, like his weapon and art collections. Oz was pleased enough with his new one.

Especially since he had more than enough money to decorate his whole new office with whole new weapon and art collections. The feed from the Contra offices open in one window on his computer, he scrolled though another, looking for something to replace his octopus painting. Inter-dimensional online auction sites were nifty.

[Door's open.]