the order of the dragon: network.

We're at Asimov's compound. He's pulling up. GPS tracker proved successful - we have real-time location, give or take 100 meters. Thinking about going in for a closer look. Need intel about base. Widow?

Please report to the London office immediately.

Please report to the Moscow office immediately.

Please report to Trondheim immediately. Bring a swimsuit.

Please report to the Los Angeles office immediately.

Good morning, Agents 318 and 319! (Wow, it's like you're twins.)

I have just completed my most recent mission, which consisted of delivering a message in Taiwan to a man with a Chinese alligator, who then tried to give me said Chinese alligator. Boring missions are boring, but they are less boring when people try to give you miniature maneaters.

A new mission round should be out this evening when it's convenient for Trondheim, but I was thinking in the interim you two might like to do something fun. (Yes, Violet. Even you.)

Lunch? Or maybe a film. Either way, I know a great place in Astoria. Just down the street from my residence.

Right. I can't take it anymore. Whoever is clicking that pen on floor 19 in the New York branch HQ, I will find you and I am going to put that pen where the sun doesn't shine. I dare you to keep it up.