"Hey, Nyx," a muffled voice said over the phone, "know the drill?"
"Help those three, yeah. And if we get found out?"
"Grandfather said that he'll go over the details with us when we're all in the States," the voice replied.
"So, even you weren't told that... How are things on your end? Everything going alright?"
"It's going ... well, sounds like you're having trouble over there," the voice sneered.
"Shut it you ass. I can tell that you have that smirk on your face from here," he sighed. "You're right about the trouble part. I'll get it done. No doubt about that."
"I'll see you guys in New York."
"Yeah-huh, yo, I've gotta go. Bye." Beep. The call went silent. The sound of company is growing louder. "This mission's going to be an annoying one," he said under his breath.
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Beep. The call ended. Asshole. Though he'll get it done soon... Hopefully.