The Reception: Aya/Schreient/Ken/Open
Ken's expression soured slightly and he bit back a retort about Aya's choice in names. How was he supposed Aya had chosen a new codename for himself? It wasn't even very creative codename. He must have really wanted his sword back. Besides, Ken thought irritability, it wasn't as if Aya was his real name to begin with.
It was disconcerting to see Aya smile. It certainly didn't bode well for whoever had orchestrated this series of events. Hopefully, Aya wouldn't do anything rash. He was a professional after all. Ken nodded. "/You'll know when the mission starts./" Try not to do kill anyone until then.
Ken nodded again, studying and committing the numbers to memory. A telephone number? Just in case? Ken was about to say something further but Aya had already started off. Figures. He always seemed to end up with the last word.
Ken climbed back into the van, pulling the door shut as quietly as he could. He flipped on the monitors once again, then picked up his headset. "Siberian reporting. We have a complication."