hadriel | 001 // voice;

[ The recording starts playing and there's dead silence, for a moment or two, some fidgeting in the background. A pause, sound that seems like someone thoughtfully tapping against the phone, once, twice, a voice; ]

Well, let's see here -- [ A flicker of static, back into silence. And a few moments later there's just noise, static and dead air, though it does sound like there might be a voice somewhere underneath it -- it's too distorted, far too lost in the noise to really make out. Unless, of course, one is familiar with one of the old encryption protocols that this very guy may have taught you, once upon a time.

ENCRYPTED;

[ A seperate recording, encoded within the noise; ]

-- Mayday, mayday. This is Agent York of Project Freelancer, designation Foxtrot-12. Mayday, requesting assistance. Location unknown, missing key equipment, and not all that happy about it, to be be honest. Mayday, mayday, anyone out there? [ A pause, stretching for a few seconds, and a brief sigh. ] Bit of a longshot, huh, D.

[ Another few moments of silence, and something that might be a soft chuckle. ]

Good to know you still remember what I taught you, rookie.

For everyone else, that lasts for a good ten seconds or so before the static flickers into some laughter. ] -- Uh oh. Testing, testing. We clear?

Sorry about that earful of static, folks. [ A sharp, sheepish laugh. ] This tech isn't what I'm used to. Hadriel, that's what I call you, right? Don't think we've been properly introduced?

The name's York. My likes include walks on the beach, an adequate supply of ammunition, and not bein' kidnapped against my will. I think I'm pretty good on walks on the beach, for now. Anyone out there got anything for me on the rest?

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My ammo?

You know, funny story about that.

THERE'S AN ARMORY

[See? He can be helpful too. Sort of.]

TELL ME

There was a guy.

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AND

Big guy, terrible attitude. Didn't even say hi, just knocked me out and took my ammunition.

Would you believe that? The nerve on some guys.

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NOT TALKING ABOUT AMMO

WHERE IS YOUR AI

[One track mind, this one.

Hey, it's not like York's completely defenseless! He has...fists. And stuff. And he very generously told York about the armory!]

I am having a great day, thanks for asking!

Weather's great, too, except there's some thunder rolling up or something. Lotta growling. Real unseemly.

STOP DODGING

Mint chocolate chip. No, wait, rocky road.

Cookie dough. Yeah, okay, cookie dough's definitely my favorite flavor. What's yours?

[He is going to hurt you so much, York.

Oh, wait. He already did that. Twice.]

DON'T CARE ABOUT ICE CREAM. WHERE IS YOUR AI

Don't you?

No wonder you're so grumpy all the time. Go have a sundae.

I'm sure Wash would buy you one if you asked nicely.

[ yeah bitch he knows you're with him ]

DONT NEED TO BUY ANYTHING HERE

[He refuses to acknowledge that fact.]

He likes cookie dough ice cream, too.

You should surprise him.

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