Doors

[Locked to Seven M]
Miss me? Did you dry him out?

[Locked to Daniel W]
Thanks for the month, baby. It was nice.

[Encrypted message left for Bo Davis]
I hope the Feds aren't boring you to tears, legs. Just wanted to update you on a few things, so you don't rip me a new asshole for not cluing you in. Corvus' last job was a good one. We think we have a lead on the origination point for the black market sale of agent names from December. Our new hacker doesn't get transferred for a week, so I have an FBI agent on loan for the month. He's good. He's going to try to get in remotely, but we'll see. He's field trained and certified for this job, just in case. Reed is settling in. He's good with Corvus. It's a good match. Thakkar is antsy, but getting used to a desk is a pain in the ass. We both know that. You owe me a beer once you're home.

[Text to Kellan Z]
[After finally, finally tracking down his name and a contact number. The text comes from a perfectly legitimate phone, one belonging to a Nancy Riley, who (on paper at least) has a dingy apartment on Fremont and a drug habit that has gotten her arrested more than once.]

I hear you're good.

[locked to mk.]

Are you back Did Adam Why are we all trainwrecks Hey, MK. It's been a while. I just wanted to see how you're doing.

[A soft click. Ambient noise from the faint clack of keys.]

Someone asked for a file for research. [Irish accent, clipped and short.] Origin point in the Phillipines. [Brief silence.] Don't know your name, but it's on the server.