A message left by Agent Ordinary (@pens-agents) on voicemail:
I've been getting worried about infiltrations after the whole Oriel situation. Maybe we have villains that can disguise themselves after all (or at the very least hide in our walls), and they've just been too good to be caught.
Everyone has their secrets, some more severe than others. I think the only reason no one knows mine is because people are so busy keeping their own.
My secret could put the precinct in jeopardy if the other agents knew. I can't help but wonder if anyone is keeping secrets that could put the Squad in jeopardy if they didn't know.
[A few more seconds of silence.]
Forgive me if I'm being paranoid. Maybe it's just me being exhausted after a long day today.
// Wowee very subtle of you Pen /j
[This is a private response from Ms. O. The contents of this voicemail will not be divulged to any other agents, and are for Ordinary’s ears only (and possibly any nefarious hackers).]
Ms. O: *sighs* (she sounds more tired than usual)
Ms. O: Hello, agent. Thank you for voicing your worries. And yes, I do agree that many of the secrets in our precinct could put the whole precinct in danger. However, I also believe that agents should be allowed to keep their privacy and freedom. It’s one of the things I strive for in running this precinct.
Ms. O: Honestly, I trust you a lot, Ordinary. Which is why I’m leaving you keys to a certain room in headquarters. Most agents just believe it to be an extra, locked storage closet. However, it’s actually a room I’ve named the Privacy Room. It contains two separated rooms, which have paper and writing utensils in order for people to destress or write down what’s on their minds. Each person’s papers are kept in a labeled file, hence why the door is locked to most people.
Ms. O: If you are ever feeling overwhelmed, feel free to use the key I’ll be sending you to go into one of the rooms to get some, well, privacy. I trust you, Ordinary. Please do not share the key with anyone else.
Ms. O: Regrettably, I can’t talk to you any longer. There’s a certain… *sigh* …well there’s a certain case I’ve been working on. I don’t know the full extent of it yet, but it feels big. I won’t keep you any longer.
[Voicemail end. A key has been delivered to the inside of the locked drawer in Ordinary’s desk, for which she should have the key. The identity of the deliverer is unknown, however they seem to have been wearing some variety of blue clothing.]
(out of character: ooh, I wonder if someone could have a file in the Privacy Room… 😏😏 I’m trying to be subtle about this and reveal clues slowly lol, it’ll def be easier to write the progression of this in a fic where I can go and edit stuff instead of improving, lol)