Stonewall2000

Major Darcy paced, coughed once, twice, both needlessly. He wished he could stop pacing: the clicking of his paws on the marble floor was the only audible noise in the hall, driving him mad on his own account. But stopping wasn't an option; if he stopped, then he had to look at the massive doors, and the massive doors foreboded the Emperor which dwelt beyond them, and the very though drove him to pacing in a fit of nerves. And so, that rat paced, waiting for the call. He looked at his clipboard, pointlessly. He knew what was on the pages. He had ensured the accuracy three times, knew the contents backwards and forwards. He had spent nearly a