Ada paused again, her breath barely heard over the crunching of static. She hated that line, really, but at least it was secure.
βWhy?β she asked after a long pause, wondering just how π΄π¦π€πΆπ³π¦ this line was to discuss such sensitive subjects.
β πΈππ ππππ β
Not giving the other too much information is always going to affect the way they talk. Leon sits down on his bed, still deciding how to navigate the conversation.
"I need to know if you retrieved any vaccine for the Plagas."
She would probably think this is about work, but it's far more personal.
The woman paused, as if deciding whether she should talk. Their relationship, complex and incomprehensible even for her, could seriously affect her judgment.
βI can,β she replied almost against her will, waiting what he had to say. Probably some work-related stuff.
β πΈππ ππππ β
He probably wouldnβt have tried to reach out without the few beers in his fridge. Just enough for his courage.
βGuess Iβm not good at surprises. Can you talk?β
He would hate for someone else to overhear this conversation, now that he has enough privacy between his four boring walls.
Ada immediately picked up the phone, the crackling of static heard on the other side.
βLeon?β she asked after a pause, as if sensing his presence with a preternatural intuition. βI know itβs you. Only a special agent could get this number.β
β πΈππ ππππ β
It's the first time Leon tries to call Ada since the mission in Spain, but he's been thinking about it for weeks now. After he's come home to his small flat, and the ghosts he left at the other side of the ocean follow.
Phone in his ear, he waits for her to answer the call or ignore him.
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