The Laundry Files
Angleton’s day-to-day role is Head of Counterpossession but he is also the Permanent Private Secretary, which means he sees the Board regularly and has the authority to stick his withered fingers in wherever he likes. He is the grand old monster of the Laundry and even the Auditors respect him. His office (which used to be located in Service House but now squats in the middle of the New Annexe as though it was always there) is dominated by his beloved Memex, a mechanical computer built before they had figured out transistors. (If you ask Angleton why he uses such an antique, he mutters about electronic eavesdropping via Van Eck radiation and strongly hints you drop the topic. Those who do not comply join the collection of shrunken heads he keeps in a desk drawer.)
Angleton has no family, no hobbies, no personal life and does not even have a home address listed in the Laundry records; just a post office box. His past is a mystery – he occasionally wears an old school tie for Sherborne but that is the only clue that he ever existed outside of his musty office. He is a member of half a dozen clubs; even monsters have to play politics sometimes.
The spookiest of the spooks is generally three steps ahead of everyone else, which is a very uncomfortable position for those serving him. Working for Angleton often means getting dropped into a situation where you have no idea what is going on, no real idea what you are supposed to do other than some cryptic hint from the boss and the hounds of hell at your heels from the moment you start running. He plays a long game – Angleton is inhumanly patient and is willing to spend long years forging a young recruit into a suitable tool or preparing a trap for his enemies. If Angleton takes an interest in your career, then either he sees potential or he is already planning your funeral.