Iverson was working late, grading papers, when his com unit blinked with a new message.

Agent B1A5 – Received messages. Will do as ordered. Request information on Froks mission and full disclosure to Voltron if situation demands.

Iverson scowled. He'd sent out almost 58 messages all reading the same, in hopes one of them would get through. It had been about time. But in all honesty, this message itself was probably sent weeks ago.

His only hope was to send a reply as fast as possible and hope he made it in time.

"Commander," Captain McClain entered his office, knocking lightly on the door, "what are you still doing here?"

Iverson thought for a moment, then shrugged, "I just got a message from your brother."

Veronica was practically shoving Iverson out of the way to read the message.

"Man, you think he'd have something more interesting to say," she scoffed.

"You didn't have his training," Iverson shoved her back to get her out of his bubble, "we offered all of you a position-"

"Did not."

"Marco was not going to make it," Iverson shook his head, "trust me. But Lance was the only one that picked up the offer. He's been a good agent. Insubordinate and a handful, and a terrible cadet, but he's always gotten the job done."

"I've had to work really hard to keep mom from giving you the third degree."

Iverson sighed. It was not his business to upset widows. In fact, he had taken Lances messages and, after taking out anything classified, he'd send it on to his family so they knew he was ok. It was harder to deal with the other families who didn't have the level of clearance that the McClains had.

"If it helps, I did order him back to garrison. Its HER son that decided to ignore the order."

"Yeah, you try telling that to her face, and I'll watch."

()

Lance tried, and failed, to get everyone in the same room at the same time. And It was impossible to keep track of Keith these days. He was always off with the Blades. Which wasn't a bad thing, Lance reflected. It would be SO much easier if they had a closer relationship with them before they went back home so they could be introduced to the agency council.

When the chips hit the fan and Keith wasn't there, the team was…upset.

And when it was reviled that he'd done it on purpose so that he could leave and be with the Blades full time…well, Lance was …upset.

While they all wished him luck Lance secretly hoped someone would blow the guys leg off.

()

While the team got back into the swing of things, Lance completely forgot to tell them about his job. He worked at not sucking at piloting.

He had loved it when he'd been stationed at the garrison as a pilot, but he knew it was only because he couldn't pretend to be a Tech or an Engineer. He was already a certified pilot, but his training had been quick, in-field, and in a non-earth space craft. His style had been practical which was why he had a personal grudge against the simulator. Real life and that stupid machine were two very different experiences.

Still, He'd been a Leg last time Shiro was the head. Being Keiths right arm was more of what Lance was used to. The practical, 'how about we try this' approach to flying.

Being Shiros right arm was…difficult. Shiros style was more rigid and disciplined. Keeping up with him was taking all of Lances focus and then some.

When they worked with the Blades or worked with the planets in their coalition, Lance would do his best to focus on the problems at hand.

And then he received his second response message:

Superior Iverson – Agent Frok is not your concern at this time. He has his orders. Due to the infrequency of our correspondence, I am personally taking all responsibility in giving you permission to give full clearance IF, and only if, the situation demands it. I am pleased to hear that Shiro and Matt are alive. Your mother threatens me daily. Your sister wishes you to write more. Please send your personal anecdotes in a separate message.

Lance nodded to himself and replied. In two separate messages.

()

Keith had been working with the Blades for a while and he liked it. He preferred the single infiltration and, as lance had said before, if he was going to do suicide missions, then it was best to do it alone.

He and Vrek were hiding in a Galra ship, waiting for the opportunity to steal some information on the ships log. They watched from the ceiling as the enemy standing in front of the computer finally stepped away. They waited a few extra doboshes to make sure the way was clear.

But before they could jump down, someone else entered the room. A broad-shouldered alien, in a prisoners outfit, walked up to the computer and began to punch in a code.

Keith and Vrek exchanged a look, and continued to watch.

The prisoner took a small device and hooked it up to the ship. Downloading information form or to, they couldn't tell.

Keith motioned for him to stay put and be back up. Vrek nodded and Keith lowered himself to the floor.

Keith was trying to figure out a way to let the prisoner know he was there without spooking him, but when Keith too a sept towards him, the prisoner pivoted and threw a punch that Keith just barely dodged.

Keith jumped back and held up his hands to show he was no threat. The Prisoners large eyes narrowed as he looked Keith in the face. Keith lowered his hood, another show of faith.

"Tch," the prisoner stood and went back to the computer. A little taken aback, Keith moved to stand next to him. The prisoner ignored him, but didn't stop him from observing.

On the prisoners fingers were sentries armor. That's how he'd been able to get past the galra security and not set off any alarms.

Color Keith impressed.

As for what the prisoner was doing…

Keith watched as he uploaded a series of numbers that confused him. It was times like these that he wished he still had Pidge and Hunk nearby.

"It's a marker," the prisoner said quietly, his words whistling around the large fangs that jutted from either side of his mouth, "it lets us know when this ship, or any that share its server, is within a certain distance from my planet."

"…cool," Keith said, only because he felt he should say something.

"I don't know why you're here or what you're doing," the prisoner continued, "but do try to not mess with this program. Undo what I do here, and you will regret it."

Was that a threat?

When the prisoner was done he took his small device and placed it in a holder under the half shirt of the outfit.

"Do your best," the prisoner said narrowing his eyes once more, "and try not to just give up this time."

It was like being smacked in the face with a frying pan! What did this guys mean by 'this time'?! By the time Keith collected himself enough to respond, the prisoner was long gone.

"Chatty one," Vrek said landing next to keith, "not a bad idea, though. We should speak to Kolivan about this."