“Baby, I need to hang up.”

Ada sighs for the fiftieth time tonight, voice heavy with reluctance in the crackling receiver.

She has work. A mission that she’s supposedly going on next morning that she can’t explictly disclose to you. But, you’ll at least know her location if something goes wrong. But you know it won’t. It never does.

Your girlfriend is good in the field.

“I got.. I got work. At ten. Gotta be on a train at seven, I believe.”