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[After talking to Luke about Max.] I heard through the grapevine that I should get in contact with you. I assume you know what really happened?

[After this.]

[A brief flick, and then straight in, no waiting for him to indicate he's listening.] Assignment? Something about Tijuana?

[To the same number he used last time, with another burn phone.]

Ring, ring.

Ring

[After this]

[Calm: the kind Bo knows means trouble]

Got a problem.

[Does the old line still work? Will Gabe still answer it? From a burn phone, generic number.]

Ring, ring.

[Call to Gabe R]
[4 o'clock, during tea. Ring.]

[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.

[Public]

I'm pretty sure my new key is to the fairy tale door. Anyone got tips for what I can expect on the other side?

[Group email sent to the CIA Crew: Max, Bo, Jack, Gabe]

I've heard normal coworkers send group emails to stave off the boredom. Anyone know how that's supposed to work?

[Note left on Gabe R's desk]

Reed,
Who're you supposed to be asking out? I'm pretty sure this is the kind of gossip you're supposed to share.
-S

[Email to Gabriel R]
I'm rather impressed you've not asked the maid to lock the liquor cabinet in future.

[Locked to Connor B]
I insist you say something witty and uncommunicative, immediately.

[Left on Jack's desk with no note. You're welcome, Jack.]

[CIA crew]

[Left on the desks of all those working the vacation weekend: special delivery. Because Gabe is too.]


[Voicemail, Eloise M]

click 'Lu? Let me know when it's all right to come by. It looks like I cleared out a candy store here. Love to Phee and Ernie. That's [...] all. Happy Easter'. beep.


[Comm: Jack C]

Pick up, kid.

[Delivered to Arcadia Unbound]
[Randomly, of a Sunday, five new clients, all saying she didn't have what they sought at Playbill.]

[E-mail to Gabriel R]
[After one too many drinks.] Phee is entirely certain you smell like aunt Agatha's perfume. I always thought you had better taste than to pursue Agatha.

[Locked to Chloe M]
Mama indicated your visit was pleasant. Did she attempt to marry you off to that horrid old Lord Macabee again?

Emma W, are you ready for lesson two, or, like, have you decided to stick to being a cavelady? Bc, shit, girl, if that's the case, let me know so I can stop thinking about finding accessible, time-sensitive ways to explain and get back to my Rubik's Cubin'/Yugoslavin' (long 'a' there)/breakdancing (long 'a' there too).

( Winnie O )

( Shailee T )

Added in as an afterthought: ( Blake T )

[Half an hour to find Main's number in the mainframe. The secure mainframe. The comm spits static back at him, the useless white noise of Corvus off channel and Davis - who knows where the hell Davis is. He's got documents on the table, glossy black and white photos laid out like a magazine spread and high definition gone a little blurry through motion. Corvus - despite the fact the guy is a 'wild card' - done good. There's enough here to make it work, push through to the next channel except Gabe doesn't know the next damn channel and he's twitchy enough and he's in enough of the low-buzz pain to make it an annoyance.

Main hasn't programmed her damn self into the comm unit, he goes for the phone. Ring]

Dear collective diaries,

Today I met a gentleman. He was very polite and highly eligible and also excessively dull.

I have ridden horseback and I have gone to the town to buy hair-ribbons and I have even purchased a dress mid-season from the latest Paris fashions and that is all excessively dull.

We have no lights, not even small ones, and no colors at all and there is absolutely no poker, only silly faro. Ratafia wine is revolting.

Do you think, were I to persuade my alter, he would be amenable to a more permanent reversal in fortunes?

[Tex: Max M]

Hey, sugar.

[Separately locked to: Lin A, Sam A]

Longest fucking assignment ever.

[Encrypted communication: Gabe R]

You holding up okay?

[Encrypted communication: Bo D]

Is life at a desk always this fun?

[Comm to Stephanie]
[Late afternoon. Beeeep beep beep.]

[Private to Selina K]

[Transcribed.] We're even Stephens. Steven. It's Stephe- goddamn it.

[Private to Emma W.]

[Still transcribed.] Make it home? Is it spring there yet? I don't even know what non-lethal flowers look like.

[Comm: Jack C]

[Just past 23 hundred. Scratchy noise, like static. The voice is warm, low; scratchy like fatigue and readjustments to workloads. Deep; he's older, mellow]

Corvus? Reed. Voice in your ear from here on in.

[Individually Locked to Bo's CIA people - Max, Jack, Gabe]

The next time someone says "This is already weird enough" remind me to shoot them. Everyone survive?

[Locked to Wren]

Are congratulations in order or were one of you looking for a Green Card that I had no idea you actually needed?