"Specks, this is Dove. I'm in position."
"Mocha, this is Specks. Dove is ready. How are things on your end?"
"Specks, this is… waitaminnit. Mocha? Who's idiotic idea was that?!"
"Mocha, this is Specks. Do you really have to ask?"
"Point. But would it kill ya ta give me a better name?"
"Mocha, Specks, this is Dove. And I am severely offended! Do you have any idea how long it took me to-!"
"Three seconds, ten tops. This is Specks, by the way."
"…Specks, Mocha, this is Dove. First, is it really that hard for you to stop criticising me? Second, no you can not change your name, Mocha. It was a stroke of genius on my part-"
"Hate ta know what that says 'bout yer IQ."
"I hate working with detectives."
"This is Specks. Deal with it, Dove, I hate working with a thief. In any case, are you ready, Mocha?"
"Quit callin' me that! An' yes, I'm ready."
A long sigh left Conan's, AKA Specks, mouth. His hands shook as he gripped the small gun. It felt wrong, seeing a child's hands gripping a weapon of death. Even if they were his own. Nevertheless, he forced himself to calm. Panicking would do him no good. "Mocha, Dove?" he began, speaking into the specially designed headset. "It's almost time"
The voice of Phantom Thief KID crackled in his ear. "Specks, this is Dove. Mission begins in three… two… one." There was a burst of fireworks, signifying the beginning of Operation Pandora.
…Well. This is interesting. It was actually a prototype beginning for another story, but didn't work out. I liked it, though, so I put it up here. Specks stands for Spectacles, by the way. Yes, I know there's no 'K's in specs.
