Voicemail

[goddamngrenades]

You have reached the voice mail system of FOXTROT 12.

When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.

To request a locksmith, press one.

To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.

To send a verbal confirmation of a written command, press three.

To send a written confirmation of a verbal command, press four.

For delivery options, press five.

To page this person, press six.

To locate your nearest operator, press seven.

To leave a call back number, press eight.

To repeat this message, press nine.

Press zero for other options.

To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.

Thank you for calling, have a nice day.

BEEP


Comments

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

You're not going to tell me who your friend is, are you.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

You'll go off on them and make everything more difficult than it needs to be. While well intended and not at all the wrong reaction to have- you've got every right to it, Mal, really, it's not the most tactically sound reaction. We don't alienate them, we have an in. Find out what they're looking for. Work around that.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

So don't do anything here. If we need to do something, set something up, we do it somewhere that's actually secure.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

Or in the darkroom. Which is the closet under the stairs. They might think that's my porn den, though. Just- FYI.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

Because really, what is an infiltration specialist going to do in a room they have literally no access to.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

They've got sporadic access. I leave the door open sometimes and all they can see is a pile of holographic displays.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

Is that somehow meant to be comforting?

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

People have habits. Routines. Patterns. You establish a certain behavior, a certain pattern where you're monitored? They start paying less attention because they expect you to be a certain place at a certain time. Takes roughly two to four weeks to lull them into that kind of sense of false security.

Seriously, Mal, you thought I was going to those strip clubs for kicks? On paper, i'm an infiltration specialist. one that was KIA. The LESS I act like one? The less they'll expect it of me. [ He puts on a chipper, broish voice. ] I'm just glad for my second chance at life, man! Nothing to see here!

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

...I don't know which part of that to respond to first. Or if I should respond to any of it at all.

I suppose none of that actually really matters for another month, then, does it. Since they know we know.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

[ He shrugs. ]

Respond to any of it. All of it. We got time- they might think we're making out though. Just. So you know.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

Your humour is really not appreciated right now.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

Two single attractive men with some recorded history of UST in a corner where they cant' see after an adrenaline filled moment? Just saying. [ He says while he's a careful, respectable distance away. ]

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

Or, after that reveal and the spectacle of earlier, they know we're discussing the cameras in depth. My money is on that one.

Re: day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

Unless we give them reason to think otherwise. Your call, Mal.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

...I'm sorry?

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

You do know how to ruffle yourself up without help, right?

[ And he's not looking at Mal at all while he runs his hands through his hair, making it fluffed up and disheveled. While he bites his own lips to make them redder and puffy and starts rucking his shirt this way and that for the wrinkles. ]

Cuz I'm not helping you.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

...York.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

What?

[ He stops mid lip bite, blinking over to quirk a brow at Malcolm. ]

Do you want them thinking that we were talking about the cameras or not?

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

I'm sure looking at said cameras after my erratic behaviour and your arrival armed and then shuffling off to a very specific dead spot doesn't at all look like that must be what we're talking about, now that I know about them and reacted predictably. What's this supposed to look like, you kissed me to make it better, soften the blow?

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

They also thought XXX was sane. So. I'm not crediting them with an overabundance of observational skills. So...muss yourself up, baby. I'm not helping.

[ For reasons he should think should be obvious. ]

It wouldn't be the first time a spy has been distracted by the sexy.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

You go. You go first. I suppose I'll eventually follow.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

Should I lose the shirt or just keep it wrinkled?

[ He hikes up the hem enough to drag his nails along his side, he's not even sure IF Mal's a clinger but, well, it sells the story to focus on the details. ]

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

[And here he thought focusing on the details made any lie fall apart.] I'd...keep it. Unless you want to suggest there was even more going on.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

Alright.

The shirt stays, but he pops the button on his fly to balance it out. Nothing more, just the button, and resumes biting at his own lips while carefully NOT looking at Malcolm. Okay? okay.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

[There is a panicked urge to reach out and redo that button. How far does York want this to look?! But he'd...better not do anything. This is what York wants to do with it. He'd look anxious if York looked at him, which he isn't, so that's fine. Everything is...fine.]