leggings cleanup

At the end of an operation: there is always an element of cleaning up.  Sometimes it's an agreed thing between two usually oposing elements. 

It's 03:15am, and suddenly I'm awake.  It may be military outside or ...........  it might be the end of the 'film' that is being made to confirm the identity of....    which has been ongoing around here for years.

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Two voices outside my window.  One young male and the other much older and happy.
Hissed:  Let's make her think it's the Scots Guard.  Perhaps it's the missing from the Masonic Hall.  Recently returned from the dead.

"So you've got the other one off as planned, and the other is inside for us to clean up later.
Everything's been done as you've asked.  We've cleaned up all the others.  So is that okay?"
"Oh yes!" confirmed the older voice gladly.  "We're all rather pleased with this night's work.  The other one is on her way."
"We'll be off then, I'm glad you enjoyed doing this." said the younger one, and he saluted him in the pagan ritual way, by thumbing his raised nose.
From up above a voice begins to bellow:  it's  the Irish on the way down.  Yesterday her maniac personality was beginning to show it's true colours as she drilled the children in antisocial behaviour from the window.  Today it was way simpler:  "I'm gonna kill you, yesterday it was just you, now it will be all of you...  You're not to get in my way." 

From a distance she's green with distemper...  yesterday I was responsible for her clients running away, as I retold a story told to me by her fellow officers as they worked away replacing the balls.

Poor thing, she's been overworked with her charitable programme with the Us troups.   Totally amazing feats of strength she's made in the last few years, as her laid them flat list grows and grows. 

"I don't care if you are the real one.  You're having nothing!  I'm having everything.  I'm the most beautiful one.  I am. I am!"
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It's meglomania!  The game of Kings and Queens!
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From a distance, a voice inquires as to whether they got the right ones.  Obviously if they haven't it such a mess again. Amazing how angelic the voices can be.