Hi EB, it was a misunderstanding!

([-]) Writing a report

Brandt is a strict, serious and responsible person for everything, and his ability is outstanding in both internal and external affairs, and his excellent work experience for many years is enough to prove it all.

However, when he ran for the post of IMF minister, he failed.

Alan Hunley, the director of the CIA appreciates his talent very much.

Afterwards, he patted Brandt on the shoulder and said, "Do you want to leave the IMF?" He showed a meaningful smile and said, "Come to me, you will have enough space to express yourself, instead of relying on someone some people's luck to 'save the world'."

"Forgive me, it's strength, not luck." Brandt retorted seriously, and then sincerely rejected the other party's proposal: "Sorry, I have no plans to change jobs at the moment."

The director smiled mysteriously, and said in a prophetic tone, "You will come (future tense)."

Brandt blinked his big blue eyes and responded silently.

The chief turned and left.

He just walked a few steps, then turned back and said, "By the way, regarding the last 'Russian nuclear warhead' mission, it's best for each of your team to submit a mission report. Remember, it's everyone."

"No problem, Chief," Brandt replied.

Ok!

No matter how tangled, life goes on.

Before the new minister takes office, the normal operation of the IMF can only rely on the interim minister's omnipotent staff officer.

Three days later,

Brandt returned to his office with a thick stack of mission reports.

While carefully checking each one, he said silently in his heart: "The latest change in the terrorist organization...Agent No. 5 successfully lurked...India and Russia successfully signed an energy agreement...The mighty and domineering legendary agent bravely climbed the tallest building in Dubai, Frustrating the Great Conspiracy of the US-Russia War... Wait!Back up!What's this! ! ? ? '

'What's this? ! ! ! '

Brandt picked up the mission report, oh... awesome!It also has a colorful cover, with a Spider-Man pose, and Ethan Hunt with a mosaic face on the glass of the tallest building in Dubai.

When the fuck was this filmed?

There are also illustrations on each page, is this a comic book or a mission report... oh, written by: BenjiDunn...

Fucking nerdy tech nerd!

Brandt wiped his face heavily, closed his eyes, and suppressed the series of FUCKs in his heart!

When he calmed down a bit, he threw Benji's mission report aside and continued to read the next one.

"Mission Summary Report on 'Ghost Protocol'".

Great, that's the report.The format, font, and title are all perfect. Compared with Benji's incomprehension, the team leader, Agent Ethan Hunt, is indeed much more reliable.

He casually flipped through the cover...it was blank.

what? What?

The staff officer rubbed his eyes.

It was still a blank report, as if mocking his praise of Ethan Hunt just now.

"Dammit!"

The staff officer was very angry, and he cursed in a low voice, and slammed the report on the table.

"Did something happen?"

The civilian colleagues working outside heard the voice and yelled at him curiously.

"It's nothing." Despite being angry, Brandt subconsciously defended the unreliable legendary agent.

He hurriedly closed the cover of the report so that no one could see the blank space inside.Immediately afterwards, he reluctantly raised the corners of his lips, and smiled awkwardly at the person.

He stood up, holding the door with his hands, while responding to his colleague's concern, "Uh... I accidentally bumped into the table leg just now."

"Be careful, Brandt." The colleague gave the kind-hearted staff officer a kind smile

.

Brandt hastily returned a smile, and then closed the office door.

He took out the cell phone that Ethan had given him from the drawer, and hurriedly dialed the number of the legendary agent.

"Hi, this is Ethan Hunt who is on vacation."

"Wait a minute." Brandt looked around and clicked on the encrypted line, still a little uneasy...

Then, with his phone in his hand, his butt pouted, he crawled under the desk, before he whispered, "Ethan, it's me, Brandt, what the hell do you mean?"

"what?"

"What do you mean you handed me a blank report?"

"Write a copy for me."

"what? What?"

"You have been involved in the matter of the Russian nuclear warhead from the beginning to the end."

"What does that have to do with the report?"

"The relationship is: I believe you can do it by yourself, boy, I leave it to you!"

"Hey, wait, I can finish it independently, so I will be responsible for writing the report for you?"

"Of course, stop babbling nonsense like an old lady! My lunch is here, bye, we'll talk next time."

"Shit!"

Brandt gritted his teeth and stared at the hung up phone.

"Uh...Brandt, am I bothering you? But, what are you... doing under the table?"

"What... ouch!" As soon as he raised his head, his head hit the table heavily.

Brandt, who was about to cry stupidly by himself, crawled out from under the table, clutching his head, and said awkwardly, "Jane, what are you doing here?"

"Submit the report, uh... I'm not very good at paperwork, so I've been delayed a little, sorry." The shrewd and capable female agent blinked, with a strange look on her face.

Although there was a dispute with the other party because of the task, but after working together and getting along for a period of time, she still likes this soft and good staff officer.

So, she is really willing to offer some special help once in a while: "Well...Brandt, if you need that, I can introduce you to my good sister..."

"what? What?"

"Uh... isn't it?" Jane was stunned for a moment, and then an embarrassed smile appeared on her face, "Okay, I misunderstood. I thought you closed the door and did some DIY under the table..."

Her hands were clenched into fists, and she gestured up and down in the air.

Then, as if she stopped talking in embarrassment, she turned her head and pretended to be calm and said, "It's nothing, alright, Mr. Staff, the report is handed over to you... I'm going to Russia on a business trip next week, and I need to contact you on my phone."

Although she was confused by Ms. Jane, she didn't know what bloody things the other party had misunderstood.

However, being able to receive the only normal task report among the team members, even though there are still many shortcomings... Brandt was really moved at this moment and was about to cry.

Staying up all night with different tone and wording, racking my brains to write three different mission report summaries: one for Ethan Hunt; one for Benji Dunn; and one for myself—William Brandt.

Before the final deadline, it was finally handed over to the chief of the bureau who was "recently trying to find faults and troubles", and he was greatly relieved.

Two days later, Ethan came back from vacation, refreshed, wearing sunglasses, and handsomely gave Brandt a warm hug and kiss, and also gave him a large tropical coconut as a gift.

And, patted him on the shoulder, praised and said: "Great job, Brandt, continue next time!"

Brandt resisted the urge to throw the man out, and repeated "I owe him" ten times in his heart, and then he calmly showed a formulaic smile.