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There was some static before the voice came through again. It seemed like this mystery person believed that they were a totally normal person.

"You're right,the chair is better than the floor!"

The voice asked about a game and Phoenix wasn't one to turn that down. "I'm pretty bored too so why not? Hmmmmm what games can we play on the phone?" They thought about it for a minute before coming to a conclusion: "Ooh! How about two truths and one lie? I'll go first: I committed arson yesterday, I have blonde hair andddd I'm currently procrastinating going to the ER because I hate hospitals."

Also links to part 1 and 2:

Anyway let's continue with the story:

"I knew Reggie was still seeing her because I just knew Reggie. I also tap into his phone wires every once in a while and I've heard him talking to her plenty. It's mostly boring but I know they see eachother." They grinned grinningly that Reginald never even found out that they'd been doing that. Though, he hasn't found out many things they do when bored. People only notice when it's actually causing problems which they are usually careful to cover up. Pyre did not register how they were doing almost exactly what Prism is doing. Oh the irony.

*It's been a while since Typhoon has seen anyone else beside his handler, nausea soon taking a hold of him upon remembering what happened.

*Whatever he was given by that sickle was far from pleasant, but a part of him knows leaving it where others can take it is a bad idea. So, he locks it in his backpack, face slowly grimacing when he saw his notebook. Several tasks he can't do at the moment due to worrying for someone.

*He should go see her. He takes the sickle with him and put it in his sling bag before looking for a certain agent whose name starts with W.

“There, that should do it,” he nods, satisfaction showing in his lopsided grin. The other eyes it as the low static hums, its quiet buzzing adding to the background noise of the small office.

“.. Aaaand we’re supposed to just sit and wait?” The shorter of the pair observes with a hint of skepticism in his voice as he leans in slightly to examine it, earning him an elbow to the arm.

“Aw c’mon Cans, it’s only for an hour or so a day- what, don’t tell me you’d rather be doin’ a stock intake right about now? Besides, we’re being ‘admirable agents’ by doing this, y’know.”

“The day we—you—can be called that is the day I hand in my resignation.” Canary snorted, “You’re just here because there’s no AC in the shop.”

Cardinal leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up with closed eyes and a smirk.

“Got that right.”

The two continue to bicker on, the radio sitting ever patiently between them as it awaits the first transmission of who knows how many…

Agent phoenix is currently unavailable.

(I'm taking the spot behind the door if you don't mind. XD)

Agent 13-12 (also known as Phoenix) looked concerned, their face paled slightly as they overheard the slight panic in the door.

They were holding a Phoenix plushie in their arms, about to ask if this was a good enough plushie to give to this Phoenix.

"... What is going on?"

"Honestly, I... don't know."