"Good morning, Angels."
"Good morning, Charlie."
Nat and Alex were bright-eyed, apparently rejoicing over the triumph of their latest case. Dylan half-heartedly tossed the semi-mysterious Charlie a greeting, her voice hoarse and throaty. Too much had happened the previous night.
"Congratulations on overcoming Madison Lee, and retrieving the HALO rings. Wonderful job," his voice was comforting, if not a little impersonal over the speaker box. "Natalie, Alex, would you excuse us for a moment? I have something to tell Dylan..." There was a pause, some confusion, and finally Nat and Alex vacated their chairs and left, throwing a concerned look over their shoulders.
Dylan stared intently at the small object perched upon the table. "Last night was a hard night for you, I know." Charlie hesitated. "I just wanted to let you know that we have the assassin in captivity, and we're holding him."
Her mouth dropped open. Charlie continued to speak, but she didn't hear the words pouring from the box. He was alive? They had him? It was almost too much.
"Where?" Was all Dylan could manage.
"Good morning, Charlie."
Nat and Alex were bright-eyed, apparently rejoicing over the triumph of their latest case. Dylan half-heartedly tossed the semi-mysterious Charlie a greeting, her voice hoarse and throaty. Too much had happened the previous night.
"Congratulations on overcoming Madison Lee, and retrieving the HALO rings. Wonderful job," his voice was comforting, if not a little impersonal over the speaker box. "Natalie, Alex, would you excuse us for a moment? I have something to tell Dylan..." There was a pause, some confusion, and finally Nat and Alex vacated their chairs and left, throwing a concerned look over their shoulders.
Dylan stared intently at the small object perched upon the table. "Last night was a hard night for you, I know." Charlie hesitated. "I just wanted to let you know that we have the assassin in captivity, and we're holding him."
Her mouth dropped open. Charlie continued to speak, but she didn't hear the words pouring from the box. He was alive? They had him? It was almost too much.
"Where?" Was all Dylan could manage.