Sandwich

‘Hey Agent Magenta. How ya goin’?’
‘Hello Agent Saffron. I am well.’
‘Oh’ve found Item 232!’
‘You’ve found Item 232?’
‘Yep.’
‘Ahhh… how does it smell?’
‘Um… dunno. Oh didn’t get close enough.’
‘How far away were you from Item 232 when you sighted it?’
‘Mmm… five metres?’
‘Five metres? And you couldn’t smell it?’
‘Nah, don’t reckon Oh could.’
‘So you’re telling me you saw an egg sandwich that’s been missing since 1998, and it didn’t smell?’
‘An egg sandwich?’
‘Yes. Item 232 is an egg sandwich.’
‘Ohhhhhhh… did I say Item 232? Oh meant Item 323.’
‘That makes more sense. Where is it?’
‘It’s sittin’ on a window sill at the uni. In one of the students’ rooms.’
‘Agent Saffron. Do everything you can to get hold of Item 232. I mean Item 323. Then report to me.’
‘No worries, mate.’
Clickbeerpbeerpbeerp.
Agent Saffron pocketed his phone and headed for the cafeteria. All that talk about the egg sandwich had made him hungry. Item 323 could wait a moment.