[Seekrit Mission!!!1omg]

[blindinjustice]

Thick fingers drummed on an even thicker thigh as amber eyes stapled onto the memo pad on the kitchen table. Dante's chicken scratch scribble lined the paper, listing off the little details of his plan. A mission he'd given himself and labeled with the highest priority. This would make or break him. Make. He was really hoping of the 'make' part

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[susan_storm]

She almost didn't hear the phone ringing as her head was currently within a lartge piece of machinery known as her washing machine, trying to fix a broken belt.

Only realizing the phone had been ringing as he heard her own voice.

Hi, you've reached the Baxter Building, please leave a messa...

The last was broken off in a loud squeal of sound before Susan came on the line.

"Hello?"

[blindinjustice]

The squeal was loud and echoed in his ear. Dante held the reciever out with a muted snarl. Then it hit him. She'd picked up the phone. The man stared at the phone in his hand, almost hanging it up. Once back to the side of his head, the man cleared his throat to continue.

"Hallo, Susan."

[susan_storm]

"UHmm, he.. Dante, is that you?" A smile certainly heard as she settled down against the arm of the sofa, trying not to touch anything with greasy hands. "How are you? I was beginning to think you'd forgotten my number."

[blindinjustice]

His own silent grin was a sign of his 'Step One' victory. Oh, ho ho. Forgotten? It was practically glued to the door to his fridge. Not that she knew that, of course. "I am well. I *koff* I wanted to call you." Duh. "Wanted to know how you were doing. We only spoke briefly in the Nexus. I like to keep better track of my friends."