Yeah Spy, go blow his didgeridoo.
No I’m not sorry.I’d print this out and hang it at work cept it would get me fired.
Heh, yeah. That’s the bloke. So yeh know him? That’s good. I hope. *He chuckles, a bit worried the connection between two spies may not be good for his own well being in this base. Wait, this shouldn’t be so troubling. He huffs.*Yeh know… Yer team is pretty mental. Damn scout of yer’s tossed me in front of the train.
Mm, I admit, I do not know him too well. /he shrugs/ He is elusive.
A dear, regardless.
/He frowns, pursing his lips./ …did they? Who did?
Hell if I know their name. Young sheila, too smug for her own good. Kept swingin’ a spiked bat at me.
*Bruce scowls and slumps down. He realizes he’s been neglecting his cigarette, flicks the ashes from it, and brings it back to his lips, biting on the filter a few times.*




