Doors

[It's three in the morning. Do you know where your Blake is?]

Ring

[Comm. to Preston R. (HQ)]

[A quiet click or two, then a test. A deep voice, without a real excess of inflection, which is to say, almost none.] Hello?

[Comm. to Bo D]

[Without introduction.] You're my contact?

[Comm. to Max M]

We've worked together before. [A statement, not a question.]

[Public]

[On the journals.]

[...] Is it normal for one of the people on the other side to suddenly get older?

[Call to Anton S]
[Ring.]

[Delivery to Connor B]
[Via official, ID-verifying courier, a box with a CIA issue comm, with instructions to turn it on once he receives it. He's patched into the group line, with all the other agents on Davis' team, and he has direct connects to Davis, McKendrick and HQ built in. When he turns it on, the prerecorded message is short and to the point:]

Check in with HQ tomorrow morning at 0800 for paperwork. Your contact is Davis. Your back-up contact is McKendrick. No identifying information on the group comm. Welcome aboard, agent.

How is it that hospitals do not believe in spicing food at all? Disgusting. The coffee tastes like lukewarm tap water.

{Locked to Blake]
I need a huge favor.

[Locked to Eddie N]
Are you still working on your nonexistent tan, Eddie? The kitty cat needs your sage advice.

[Comm to Ollie Q]
[Beep.] Did they send you on a mad hunt for Kryptonite, or is that just me? Because I'd like to file a complaint about my skills being underutilized.

[After talking to Sam. The pen makes numerous marks on the page before she writes anything.]

Are you at home?

[Text to Iris R]

your place your place is empty yeah? no one there? empty? i need to hide ok? just for a little fucking while i need to hide.

[After returning to a dishevled home with an unlocked door, and nobody inside. Forgetting to make private, or just searching wide.]

Sam?

[Harley Q.]

[The next time she logs into Guild Wars 2, her inbox is full of letters with crafted food attached. Really gross sounding food like mushroom loaf, seaweed salad, lotus stirfry, beet and bean stew. And, there's a lot of it. No note, but it's from Eddie's necromancer (TecHnO MaNCEER) account.]

Iris, tell me where our sister is and tell me now or I swear that I will never forgive you. If I discover that you knew where she was and chose not to tell me to protect him, I will never speak to you again. I will wipe you from the book. Do you understand? It will be as if you were never born, and I will see to it that the man you so love goes down in flames. I don't care what you think of him. That is a problem for another day. I want to know where Sam is, and I want to take her home.