Doors

[Delivered to Gabriel R]
[Wednesday, all of the children's things. Every last sock and toothbrush, boxed up by professionals and delivered to his door. Should he call, her number has been disconnected. Playbill is closed, and the house has a "SOLD" sign in the front yard.]

[Email: A Tighe]

Check in.


[Email: S Thakkar]

Heard from the med team. Check in, kid.


[Email: J Corvus]

You're checking out with Main's team soon. Don't have the particulars myself but you doing all right?

[Public]
It's good to see all the whining has finally stopped.

[Locked to Gabe R]
Have you done anything very stupid recently? I feel it's my responsibility to check.

[Locked to Faust]
Did you let her keep your hat?

I really don't see the issue with getting takeout delivered. The security team are friendly. But the guys at 86 Noodles are 86-ing the whole thing. So anyone got recipes for what you can make with a microwave and a bunsen burner?

[From 'Loki'.]

I have visited this world in the past, but it has been some time, and some things make no logical sense. For instance, I wanted to keep the books I was reading, and when the building closed I was told I could not take them with me without a 'card'. Thankfully, I had the means to keep them. A street vendor tried to sell me a satchel on the basis of its maker, though it was much too small to carry anything useful. And there is a building here that seems to hold nothing but painting and drawing on board, and statues stripped of their original purpose. Are they trophies of conquest over other nations on this world, displayed for the public? There seems so little practical merit in any of this.

[Over a week after the night at the hotel. Days after Max checks on her. She tries through the journals, even though she's never contacted him that way before.]

Gabe?

[Spy Office Mailing List, Private Style. Screw subtlety.]

There's been a... gas leak. Office is closed for the week.

If you need something email me, but no need to come in.

[After this. Email: Main's official office one. Without preamble.]

If the op requires Corvus, it requires Corvus. I would strongly advise careful handling given recent events. I would have suggested Thakkar in addition given her clearance for fieldwork and existing reputation. [The 'if consulted' stands unspoken] I assume Corvus has already been informed he's being borrowed for an alternate team's work. If not, please advise.

R

Agent, a moment of your time, please?

[Locked to Gabe R]
I'm borrowing your asset.

[Locked to Luke H]
Kid, someone's going to be contacting you about paperwork and a comm. [...] If he gives you his name, it might be familiar, but don't panic, alright? He doesn't seem to know anything.

[Group comm, Jack C and Dylan M]
[Beep, and then immediately.] I'm uploading the file with your Mexico covers. We're heading out two Saturdays from now, and HQ is taking care of travel and arrangements. If you need anything sent ahead, reach out to him, and that includes firepower. We won't be able to take anything questionable on a commercial flight.

[Email to Ping, using the regular contact method]
Hey, hack.

[Ring]

[The beep preceding an incoming message on the comm]

[Comm to Bo D, Gabe R]
[Beep.]

[Delivery to Aaron T]
[Via government courier, his comm, with a directions that he turn it on and await his handler's call.]

[A few hours after this, give or take, arriving via text message and with spelling errors here and there, though she's better than she sometimes is.]

You've been selected for a survey.

[When Jack is finally allowed to stay doorside, once Bane and Deadshot are toast.]

[luke h]

Luke. Are you safe? Is it done?

[wren m]

Wren. I'm at the house, where are you?

[gabriel r]

I need to meet with you as soon as possible. I can [...] explain things, I think, in person. Not here. And I want to apologize to you to your face.

[max m]

I'm sorry.

[Locked to Gabriel R]
you are the stupidest man I've ever met, and I know some stupid men.

[After getting back to the Vegas side and knowing she's going to need to go see Tristan]

[Phone Call: Archie/Tiffani]

Ring, Ring

[Locked: Sam A/Tiffani R]

Did I miss anything big the past few days?

[After getting checked into the hospital begrudingly and checked out, Jane sits in a patient room with an IV attached to her.  She's waiting for Thor, impatiently and more than a little annoyed.]

[Upon hearing location.] I'm inbound. I'm close, too. Thor, are you sure about the saline? That could kill her.

[Jane Foster is missing.

She was reported as such when a passer-by noted her home in New Mexico had been broken into and called the police. Jane was nowhere to be found, but the officer found traces of chloroform on the broken glass from the door. None of her things were removed from the apartment except her cell phone, but a note was left on the floor, near the door. Written in green ink, it states simply, I told you that you would regret.

It has only been roughly four hours since she was kidnapped, but there is still no sign of her anywhere.]