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He sits in his Office. Reading through the papers of the last mission he attended. The constant ticking of the grandfather clock echoed in the background. That was until a sharp ring cut through the air. Drawing his attention to his phone, his brows furrowed in confusion. Your name, Agent blue, flashing upon the screen.

He hadn’t spoken to you in months. After your parents died you left the agency to be with your younger sister. Lexi. You had no next of kin, so it was you or foster. And of course. Like any sister, you dreaded her going there. You told him that yourself. Why on earth would you be calling now? At 11:02pm.

With a confused mindset, he lifted the phone to his ear, answering the call with monotone voice,

Red: “Can I help?”

His voice slices through the air. Controlled and calm. Like usual. His Voice showing no emotion whatsoever. Only his eyes giving the inner turmoil through his head. Thank goodness you weren’t there In person to see it.

Before you left the agency you and him were partners. Not only in combat and work, but in love too. You’d ended the relationship with a quick message, of course, that slit him open. Like a knife being dragged over his throat.

By now, he’d forgiven you of course. He loved you too much to hate you. Cared even if he thought you didn’t anymore.

But now. With you calling, still yet to speak. His mind swirls with emotions, sadness, anger, excitement, and love.

After a moment of silence he speaks again, wondering, maybe, that you hadn’t heard him the first time,

Red: “Hello..?”

He speaks more confidently now. Wondering why you haven’t spoken yet, probably your signal. Maybe how old your phone was. Who knows. He did know what you’d most likely be struggling financially. With your sister being a trouble maker getting expelled. And the expenses of food and more going up. He knew you would be. The whole agency knew. You may’ve left the TSIO (Top secret intelligence Organisation), but your name in the gossip never did.