Two Agents

[Chase Matthews]

Chase walked back in, covered in blood.  Seven was tucked under his jacket because the Phone Braver complained about the blood, and didn't want to get it on him.  Chase opened his jacket and let the Phone Braver land on a table before he walked on to get himself cleaned up.  His mission was over, he could go home soon.

[Miranda Wells]

It was another typical night for Miranda. She was in her lab, working on a project for the organization and her own private project simultaneously. Smooth New Orleans jazz played on the loudspeaker as Miranda worked with the rhythm programming this, cutting apart that, some wielding here and there.

She frowned when she was interrupted by Knight's sudden arrival. She clapped her hands causing the music to cease.

"Why didn't you dispose of your clothes before you walked in? You know how I despise stains on my floor."

[Chase Matthews]

"Well, I need to walk through here so I can change," he told her, "Shoddy layout, wouldn't you say?"

[Miranda Wells]

Miranda frowned, "There is a dumpster outback. I have been petitioning for a better location, but it has been lost in the paperwork."

[Chase Matthews]

He sighed, "I'm not throwing a bloody suit in the dumpster. That might raise some eyebrows."

[Miranda Wells]

Miranda shrugged, "You're the one who waltzed in a blood-covered suit."

She turned her back at him and began writing down calculations.

"What was your mission anyway?" she asked, half-feigning interest.

[Chase Matthews]

"Had to kill some people," he said, trying to sound emotionless as he spoke, "People don't want to die. They fight, they resist. It gets bloody."

[Miranda Wells]

"It always does," she sighed, "What kind of people? Glass Curtain?"

[Chase Matthews]

"I wasn't privy to that information. I'd like to assume they were," he told her.

[Miranda Wells]

"For a spy organization, there are far too many secrets," Miranda shook her head.

"How's your little friend?" she refereed to Seven, "Sustain any damage?"

[Chase Matthews]

"Thank you for the acknowledgement, but I recieved no damage. If nothing else, Knight was careful with that."

Chase sighed, "Chase. Not Knight."

[Miranda Wells]

"Good to hear," Miranda let out a faint smile, "I'm glad you're doing well, Seven."

"Good work then, Knight," she dropped the smile, "If you had let him get damaged, I would have had to add even more to my already hectic workload."

[Chase Matthews]

He sighed, "Not you too...it's Chase. Chase, not Knight," he told her.

[Miranda Wells]

"I don't do.. personal. So Knight will do."

[Chase Matthews]

He sighed, "Then let me ask you something, Miranda," he made a point to use her name, "What's with your codename? I mean, you don't seem like a Gipsy to me."