Vivian straddled a chair, looking about as unfeminine as she could and not really giving a shit. Her interest was on the figure on the other end of that line. This was her first contact with the HOS in a long, long time. And this wasn't her man.
"You mean it's not in your phonebook already?" she asked, acerbic and reserved. "You may call me Operative. Now, are you going to return the favor, Four-Two-Six-Eight?"