250 - In need of thunder

Darrion flew down into the office and gave his co-worker, Gen, the receipt for all the letters he had sent today. Gen was a young man with uneven dark hair and windlet’s formal uniform for office purposes. The attire consisted of dark green shirt with folded collar, black belt, knee

“Hiya, Darrion. How many did you send today?” Gen asked.

Darrion blew some air from his mouth in an attempt to sigh. Then he pulled out all the receipts in his sling bag. “Here, the receipts. I stopped counting after thirty, and there are five letters that has no receiver. Their houses are empty, possibly they left somewhere because I can’t slip it through their mailboxes.”

“Well, we’ll do the usual protocol. Sorry you’ll have to keep sending them until the end of the week,” Gen said, smiling solemnly to Darrion.

Darrion nodded nonchalantly. He looked around to see the office almost empty, except for a few more people