[b]10 Downing[/b]

“Thomas!”

The shout was heard throughout the building, originating from the Prime Ministers office, and was swiftly followed by the quick, flustered running of Thomas Shore, personal assistant to the Prime Minister.

Seconds later, the doors to Pyke's office flung open, nearly bashing in the face of his personal bodyguard. With a quick cowering apology to the man, Thomas made his way to Pyke, stopping at the desk with a quick, yet gentle exhale. 

“You called, sir?”

“I did. I am going to need you to prepare for visitors, soon. The Governor General of Australia will be paying London a visit, and I want everything to be perfect. Wait, scratch that. I want everything BETTER than perfect. I want a car ready twenty-four seven to take him wherever he wants to go, gourmet food ready the second he arrives, and a room prepared that will make him not want to return home. I would also like the tea room ready for visitors, and the front of the building as pristine as possible for the pictures that will surely be captured.”

Still nodding from the mental notes he was making, Thomas replied with an affirmative.

“Oh, and, Thomas. I also have a letter for you to deliver to Banner. It is about the Moose Project, so it has to arrive today. I trust that you can handle this as well. Am I correct?”

“Yes sir! I will have everything ready right away, and this letter will meet General Banner's hands before sundown!”

“Good. You are the only one I trust to run those messages. Don't make me regret that.”

“No sir, never.” 

“Good. Now get going. Time is of the essence, here. I, on the other hand, am stuck here reading over this damned petition. People have been complaining about taxes recently, but still expect us to fund that park project. They just don't get that without that money, we have no way of funding those parks. And then I have to sign off those papers Banner sent over yesterday about producing new firearms.”

Rubbing his temples, Pyke looked at his assistant, and sighed. 

“Never get yourself stuck in the Prime Minister seat, Thomas. It always seems so much easier until you're here.” With a quick double take, as if remembering he gave Thomas orders, Pyke cleared his throat. 

“Anyways. Get going. Time is-”

“of the essence, right? I got it.”

With a slight skip in his step as he passed Pyke's personal guard, Thomas left the room, off to complete the list of chores given to him by Pyke.