"It's better to bite your tongue than to eat your words."
~Frank Sonnenberg
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Brian

I typed madly away on my laptop, switching between my article I planned on publishing (one day), the list of questions I created to ask Bryn and her cousins, and googling Bryn herself. Incredibly, next to nothing could be discovered about her on the internet. It was as if the government hid anything about her and her accomplishments. Did they do that intentionally? Or did she ask the government to hide her identity?

I wrote down the question on my document.

"What are you doing?" Felicity asked, crawling onto my bed next to me and handing me a beer. She took a sip of her own as I gave her a brief overview. "I swear your mind could power our country it runs so fast."

"Thanks. I think. What are you up to?"

"Just got off the phone with my dad and told him I'd be here until this storm blows over."

I snorted. "I'm sure he enjoyed hearing that."

"He's not worried about you. I also omitted the fact Bryn was here. I actually don't think he'd appreciate me being in a house with a relative stranger, war hero or not."

"Fair enough. Have you figured out where you think you know her from?"

Felicity rested her head on my shoulder. "No... it's on the tip of my tongue, but for the life of me, I can't think of it."

I gently knocked my head against hers. "You'll figure it out."

"I better, or you're going to have to institutionalize me because it's driving me crazy."

Closing my laptop and placing it on the floor, I said, "I'd be right there with you because I'd go crazy without you."

"That's weirdly sweet," Felicity remarked, laying back. I joined her, and we stared up at the snow through my skylight. "How did your dad react when you told him Mobius One herself was here?"

"Silent, at first, and then he told me to make sure she stays here until he gets home. I think he's desperate for answers and believes she holds some of them."

"Do you think she does?"

"They fought against each other, and they both won battles against the other, so it's definitely possible." The two of us watched the weather, contemplating all the possible scenarios of Bryn's potential influence on my dad's memories. However, my mind traveled down a rabbit hole of all the other things I learned about Bryn and her family, and I asked, "Can you believe Razgriz One, Galm One, and Talisman One are all related to Mobius One?"

"The odds are insane. I mean, just to have the four of them be in the same room out of the six billion people on Earth is-" Felicity paused, calculating the entire thing in her head- "something around zero-point-zero-zero-zero-zero- zero- zero- zero- six. I might be off by a zero, but you get my point. Now, adding in the probability that they all end up in the air force and become the ace pilots of their generation, it becomes infinitely more improbable."

I rolled my head to look at her. "Looks like your math skills are getting weak."

Felicity grabbed a pillow and smacked me in the face with it. "Take that back!"

"Make me!"

With an evil glimmer in her eyes, she reached over and pinched my sides. I let out a yelp of surprise, and Felicity took the opportunity to launch herself on top of me, tickling me wherever she could reach.

"Take it back, Brian!" She ordered. "Say I'm the best at math!"

"No!" I wheezed out between laughs and gently pushing her hands away. I could easily overpower her if I wanted to.

Or at least I thought.

Felicity grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them to my sides in such a way I couldn't get leverage to push them up or gather enough strength to do it myself. Smirking, she ordered, "Say it, or I'll tickle you until you die."

"Fine, fine, you're the best math person to ever math in the history of math," I said, still struggling to get out of her grip. "Now, are you going to let me up or no?"

Felicity cocked her head. "Nah. This is the only time I've ever won a physical fight against you, so I'm gonna savor this moment."

I glowered at her. "I don't like you."

"But you do love me."

"Well, that goes without saying."

"I can feel that." Felicity glanced down at a place just below my abdomen, and my eyes widened in horror. She looked back up at me, lips pursed as she tried to hold in her laugh, but when all I could do was stare at the ceiling, she whispered drolly, "Stop it!"

"I can't! It's not exactly like I have control over it all the time!" I pointed out, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to think of anything but Felicity on top of me. "It doesn't help with you sitting on it."

"Oh!" Felicity hastily slipped off me, and I grabbed the two nearest pillows, placing one over my bulge and the other over my face to hide my mortification. Felicity placed her hand on my arm, saying, "It's okay!"

Voice muffled by my pillow, I shouted, "No, it's not!"

"Oh, come on, it's not the first time I've seen this happen."

I slid the pillow halfway down my face, allowing her to see only my narrowed eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"Considering we've been having sleepovers since we were kids, I've woke up in the morning on numerous occasions to find you very happy."

"And you never thought to mention it to me?" I groaned, sliding the pillow back up my face.

"No. I knew you had no control over it, and I didn't want to embarrass you because I knew it would, kind of like how it is now."

"Embarrassing doesn't even begin to cover it."

Felicity patted my arm affectionately. "Do you want me to sleep in a different room tonight?"

"No." I sighed, removing the pillow from my face and getting out of bed. "I just need to go take a cold shower. Or lay face down in the snow."

"All right. You do what you got to do." Felicity snuggled under the covers, and as I opened the bathroom door, she called out my name. I turned to face her. Propping herself onto her elbows, Felicity said, "I wouldn't be embarrassed if I were you."

"Why?"

"Because-" she shrugged- "I'm not. In fact, I'm more impressed than anything else."

I grinned. "I'm not sure if I want to thank you for the compliment or ask why you're impressed because that means you're comparing it to others, and I really don't want to know that."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "Go take your cold shower."

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I woke up in the morning to Felicity gone and the smell of bacon wafting from the kitchen. The idea of facing her after the incident last night made me groan into my pillow. Maybe I could just stay here and wait for the storm to pass and for Felicity to go home.

No, she would come get me before that happened.

Someone knocked on my door. "Brian?"

Speak of the devil...

"Yeah?" I called out, squeezing my eyes shut.

Felicity poked her head in. "Breakfast is almost ready. What do you want to drink?"

"Alcohol."

"Uh, why?"

"To forget about last night."

"Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad," Felicity said, leaning against my doorway as I sat up. "At least not for me."

I raised my eyebrows. "So, you're not freaked out?"

"No. If I was, do you think I would've slept in the same bed as you afterward?"

"No..."

Felicity entered my room and held out her hands to me. I grabbed them, and she pulled me up, saying, "Exactly. I wouldn't. So, stop brooding, even if it is a good look on you, and come eat breakfast so Bryn can tell us more about her missions."

"Did you just call me handsome?"

"Possibly." Felicity turned on her heel and dragged me out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen, where Bryn stood at the stove, piling plates with bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

"Good morning!" she greeted with a sleepy smile. "I hope you're hungry. I went a little overboard with the cooking. I don't get to treat people often..."

"This looks amazing!" I praised, grabbing a plate and sitting down at the table. Bryn and Felicity joined me a few seconds later. "All right, what's next on the agenda?"

"Let's see, we got three missions deep-" Bryn calculated something in her head- "meaning the next mission is Operation Hunting Hawk."

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Bryn

Almost a month had passed since our last mission, and to say we were chomping at the bit to go after the Erusians was an understatement. To combat our anxiousness, Miranda and I passed our time working out, watching the news, and pranking Halo Team. We enjoyed the latter bit, her wingmen, not so much.

However, on November 7, 2004, we received the news we'd been dying to hear. Racing each other to the briefing room, Miranda and I skidded inside, with her beating me by a hair's breadth and both of us nearly crashing into Whiskey. He peered over his glasses at us and said, "Excited?"

"How could you tell?" I replied, taking a seat and staring eagerly at the screen.

Smiling ever so slightly, Whiskey shook his head and stepped behind the podium. Once everyone was seated, he began the briefing. "We've discovered the Erusians are transporting a large quantity of strategic supplies and rapid deployment troops into Comberth Harbor. Comberth appears to be the staging area for an attack on North Point. The Aegir Fleet stationed there seems to be the centerpiece of their strike. If the Erusians complete their troop preparations and the Aegir Fleet sets sail, this will bring about our defeat in this war. Your mission is to intercept and shoot down the enemy transport planes in and around Comberth Harbor. Let's show them how vulnerable they are. Be advised, the transport aircraft have ECMs onboard that emit powerful jamming signals. Rely on visual contact rather than radar!"

Operation: Hunting Hawk

Location: Northwest of Comberth Harbor

Date: 7 November 2004

Time: 1226 hours

"Why do those bastards have to make our job more difficult?" Miranda groaned, standing up and heading to the hangar. "I hate ECMs."

"Except when they're on our side."

"That goes without saying."

"Obviously."

I pulled out my phone and shot a text off to Kit, informing him of my impending mission. He immediately replied back, telling me to be careful. My heart fluttered at his timely response, even though it's how fast he normally responded. It was a new development in our relationship, one I wasn't sure about but was interested in exploring one day when this war ended.

Miranda and I got in our planes, already loaded with weapons, and took off. For the next two hours, we flew to the designated destination. None of us spoke much, all too focused on hyping ourselves up for our first mission in nearly a month. Of course, that didn't stop Murray and Paul from goofing around in their planes a few times.

"Mobius One, SkyEye here," AWACS said. "You should be getting visual on the transports soon. Destroy the E767s hidden nearby to clear the jamming from our radar. Good luck!"

"As if we need luck!" Murray remarked. "We've got an Angel on our side!"

"If this is you trying to prevent Ember and me from pranking you later, you're shit out of luck," Miranda replied. "Nice try, though."

Murray sighed. "Worth a shot."

"All right, ladies and gentlemen. Let's do this," I said, interrupting the conversation and locking onto the first fighter I saw. "Halo Team, let's engage."

The five of us closed in on the first three targets, all of which were fighter jets. As I reached firing range, my radar went on the fritz, and I knew without a doubt an E767 resided nearby.

"Jamming's getting stronger," Paul noted. "Who wants to take care of the jammer?"

"Take care of the fighters first if we can," Miranda responded, pulling alongside me, tailing the fighter. "We don't want them on our asses the entire time."

I closed in on the fighter, waiting for the opportune moment to fire. However, he slammed on his breaks, twisted his plane around, and flew underneath me. In a desperate attempt, Miranda fired two missiles at him, but neither of them, whistling into the distance. She swore colorfully. Griping myself, I slowed my plane and turned it around, only hitting my thruster again when my plan began to stall. Swiftly picking up speed, I raced after the F-15.

"Disengage if you can't handle it!" An enemy snapped gruffly, making me glad I was, firstly, my own boss, and secondly, didn't work with anyone who sounded as nasty as him.

"The bastard's trying to fly over us!" Miranda said, flying above me.

I quickly assessed the situation and replied, "Fly up and ahead and see if you can get him to lower in altitude. Then I'll strike."

"On it!" Miranda shot upward, leveling out at five thousand feet. She flipped her plane upside down and dove towards the enemy, who swiftly leveled back out. By this point, I'd closed the distance between us and locked on. It was now or never, and I fired, watching my two missiles fly closer and closer until-

BOOM!

The enemy fighter exploded in midair, a fiery mass spiraling to the ground.

"Red Six is down!" an enemy shouted. "Who did that?!"

Ignoring my enemies' shock, I pulled upward to join Murray high up in the sky, chasing another fighter.

"Something's wrong," Paul said grimly. "I'm pulling out."

"What's the matter?" Angel asked, her worry slipping out in her undertone. "Are you all right?"

"Something is wrong with my plane. It's not firing. I'm no use if I can't fire, so I need to head back to- shit!" Paul flew past me at breakneck speed, a missile on his tail. Murray disengaged the fighter we were after and flew after his wingman. The enemy in front of me, thinking it had a chance to take down two of ours with no issue, turned to trail, all the while evading my missile lock. We played a long game of cat and mouse as I desperately but futilely attempted to lock onto him. Finally, giving up on the idea, I switched to guns and zeroed in on him. I just needed a few of the bullets to hit key points on the plane. If I could do that, I could take him down.

I sent out short bursts of gunfire, not wanting to waste my ammunition by letting out a continuous stream. If this mission involved ground targets, I learned a long time ago you needed as much gun power as you could while you waited for your missile launcher to recharge, especially if you wanted to take out multiple targets in one run.

"Almost... there..." I breathed, hyper-focused on the fighter. He drifted in front of my line of fire, and I discharged the bullets, finally destroying the plane.

"Thanks, Mobius!" Paul said, relief evident in his voice. "I owe you."

"Don't mention it."

"Halo Two, escort Halo Three to the edge of the combat zone to ensure he reaches it safely," Miranda ordered firmly, "then return back. Halo Four, cover me until they get back. For the next few minutes, it's just us."

"On it, boss," Murray said. I watched him and Paul for a few seconds, ensuring no bandits decided to follow them. Once satisfied, I circled around and searched the skies for my next target. With my radar still jammed, I couldn't rely on it. Hopefully, one of us would find the E767 sooner rather than later.

A black dot moving in the distance caught my attention. It flew lower than the rest of us, and upon closer inspection, I recognized it as one of the transports.

"There you are, sucker," I muttered, leveling myself out head-on with them. Narrowing my eyes and locking onto the transport, I fired two missiles, praying one of them would hit if the plane tried to evade. Considering I fired in such close proximity, it was doubtful the missiles wouldn't hit, but I wanted to be safe rather than sorry.

I pulled up to avoid a midair collision, and upon doing so, noticed a speck high up in the sky, casually cruising and circling. I only knew of one plane that did such a thing.

"I found the jammer! I'm going after it!" I informed, thrusting my jet forward.

On my way, I checked to see if I'd destroyed the transport plane, but SkyEye came on, announcing, "Two targets remaining."

"Well, that's easy," Miranda said.

"What have I told you about saying things are easy?" I replied shortly. "You know you're asking for shit to happen saying that."

"I'm asking for a real battle. These last few ones have been deceptively easy. Or simple, since you don't like the 'e' word."

"I'm not sure 'simple' is much better. You better hope you didn't just cause Yellow Thirteen to show up."

"We'll give him a run for his money if he does."

I sighed, wishing I could pinch the bridge of my nose because lord knows my best friend had just sent the message out to the universe we wanted a bitch of a fight either this time or next. I'd bet my next paycheck she would want to eat her words within the next couple of missions...

"Okay, while you screw us over for the future, I'm going to take care of this jammer craft," I said, zeroing in on the enemy. The plane tried speeding up and maneuvering away from me, but my craft was superior by a long shot and swiftly caught up. I fired two missiles and swerved away, already scanning the skies for my next target. A couple of seconds later, the jamming on my radar disappeared, and I knew I'd hit my target.

"Way to go, Mobius!" Paul cheered, returning to the combat zone. "You- shit."

I frowned. "What?"

"There's another one."

"The radar's still jammed," SkyEye confirmed. "There must be another active electronic jammer."

"All right, I'll take care of it. Let me just try something real fast..."

As I turned my plane, two enemy fighters flew into view. I wouldn't be able to get a missile lock at this angle, but maybe I could shoot them down with bullets. Lining up and keeping the nose of my plane directed at them, I released a barrage of gunfire. I wasn't expecting any to destroy them, and I'd take just hitting them, but to my utter disbelief, the first of the two planes exploded. The second bugged out before I could attempt the same feat with them.

"Holy shit, Ember!" Miranda exclaimed in awe. "How the hell did you pull that off?!"

"I have no idea."

"And you say we wouldn't stand a chance against Yellow Thirt-"

"Stop it!"

Miranda snickered, and I rolled my eyes, wishing I could punch her in the arm at this very moment because the more she opened her mouth, the more my friend jinxed our future. I could feel it in my bones.

"Someone get this asshole off me!" Murray barked, shooting upward into my line of sight and directly in front of the plane I currently chased. I watched in horror as my comrade received fire from two directions. "I'm hit! I'm hit!"

"Bail out!" Miranda ordered immediately. "We'll send a squadron to rescue you-"

"No, no, it's fine, my plane is still functional," Murray interrupted, sounding less than calm, "but I'd appreciate it if someone got these assholes away from me."

"Angel, you go left, and I go right?" I asked.

"Like you even had to ask," Miranda said, catching up and flying alongside me. Saluting each other from our planes, we dove after our respective fighters, attacking with such ferocity, neither enemy stood a chance. As I plunged towards the ground after the Erusian, I locked on and fired, narrowly pulling up in time before becoming a crater in the ground.

"Thanks, girls," Murray said, relieved. "I thought I was a goner for a moment."

"The only person who gets to kill you is me," Miranda responded, "and I still need you, so relax."

"What happens when you don't need me?"

"Guess you better run."

"Shit..."

"Kidding."

"Uh-huh, sure you are."

"I'm out of the jamming zone," I remarked, noticing my clear ability to see targets on my radar. "Looks like the last jamming craft is dead ahead in my direction. I'd go after it, but I see another transport. Those are more important."

"I'll go search for it," Murray offered. In the distance, I could see his plane go vertical, seemingly already locked onto something. "My plane is damaged, so it'll be a better target for me since it can't fire back."

"Roger that."

I pulled my plane around behind the transport, and as I locked on, the jamming disappeared.

"All aircraft check radar," SkyEye instructed. "It should be clear and functioning now."

"Radar's clear of jamming and back online!" Miranda confirmed elatedly. "Time to deal some real damage now!"

"Whoo-hoo! Got the sucker!" Murray cheered. "Take that, Erusea!"

"Yes, very impressive taking down the enemy that couldn't fire back," Paul responded.

"Hey! Aren't you supposed to be heading back to base?"

"Yeah, doesn't mean I can't still hear and respond to you guys."

"You don't get to judge my reasoning for targeting the jamming craft when you can't fire at all!"

"How about both of you shut up and focus on your respective goals at hand?" Miranda suggested, her tone implying if they didn't listen to her, they'd be in for a serious reprimanding. Both wingmen grumbled something unintelligible, but I had a feeling it was directed at each other rather than their captain.

"Got the transport in my sights," I announced, closing the distance. "Firing in three... two... one!"

I released two missiles, and I saw the transport try to go vertical to avoid being hit, but they were too late. Right before the projectiles struck the target, an enemy transmission came over, frantically saying, "What the...? They're gonna blow us outta the sky!"

And I did.

"Don't be a wimp," another enemy answered unsympathetically, "there aren't that many of them."

When no response came through, the same enemy said, "Shit, did they actually get the transport? How many are- only one left?! Damn it! Get as many back to harbor as possible."

"How many targets are left?" Murray inquired, falling in line behind Miranda.

I checked my radar. "Besides the four I can see in front of me right now... it looks like just under ten- no, wait, nine. Gary just scored a kill."

"Way to go, Gary! Great balls of-" Murray stopped, and silence ensued. He sighed. "Gary, you're supposed to finish the sentence."

"You're going to need to try harder than that," Angel said. "He barely speaks to me, and I'm his captain."

I smirked but said nothing, keeping my attention on the bitch of a plane that evaded me. I thought I had the kill in the basket with the fighter directly in front of me. I thought there was no possible way for it to lose me.

I was wrong.

The bastard pulled an Immelman turn, going upside down and above me. Griping about my inability to predict the one maneuver that could evade my missiles, I flipped my craft upside down and hit the afterburners to catch up. I pulled a tighter loop than the Erusian, so I managed to get him in my line of sight before he could level out. Placing my target just slightly in front of him, I fired my guns, hoping the bullets would strike true. I saw a few pierce the body, and a few seconds later, the plane rapidly dropped altitude.

As I leveled out my plane, the last remaining transport could be seen in the distance. I sped after it and asked, "Angel, you got the last fighter?"

"All ready taken care of," she responded happily. I glanced at my radar to see the transport as the only remaining blip. Angel seemed to know what I was thinking. "Oh, no! You got the winning kill the last few missions; this one is mine!"

"Got to beat me to it then!"

I hit my afterburners, dipping my plane ever so slightly to the ground to pick up speed, whereas Angel had to lift her plane up. I had an advantage over her, and I planned on using it.

"No, don't you dare, Mobius!" Angel growled, but it was too late. Lifting up my jet, so the transport lay directly in front of me, I locked and fired. Within seconds, the enemy exploded.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

"Good job!" SkyEye praised. "You shot down the enemy transport without any radar."

My brow furrowed. "Uh, SkyEye, are you forgetting we took out the jammers?"

I heard Murray snickering. "I thought you had to be observant to be an AWACS?"

"As a supervisor, I'm not allowed to tell you to shut up," SkyEye said, obviously annoyed, "but as your former peer in school, I can, so, shut up, Paul, or I'll tell everyone about the shitstorm at Halloween our junior year of college."

"Dude!"

"That's what I thought."

"How about the debriefing?" I suggested before the two men could continue their argument. I'll admit, though, this Halloween story had me extremely curious if it made even Murray embarrassed. I'd have to force it out of SkyEye or Murray one day...

"Good idea," SkyEye agreed. Clearing his throat, he began, "The mission was a success. This Erusian air corridor has been effectively shut down."

I waited patiently for him to say more, but all I heard was silence. "Is that it?"

"Yes."

"That was a very short debriefing."

"Not much to say other than what I did."

"I wish all debriefings were that short."

"To be honest, me too," SkyEye admitted.

"Glad we're on the same page." I looked at my radar to ensure no more enemies had appeared as we headed home. "Let's get back safely before any more enemies decide to test their luck with us today, especially after the shit Angel was talking."

Miranda gasped. "Excuse me, I was not talking shit!"

"You jinxed us! You know our next mission is going to be ten times harder because of what you were saying!"

"We can handle it!"

"Stop it!"

"No!"

We continued the argument all the way back to base, much to the chagrin of our comrades and anyone else listening on the radio.

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Present Day...

Brian

"I have to know," Felicity said, covering her mouth while she chewed on her last piece of bacon, "what did Murray do at Halloween? Did you ever find out?"

A massive grin spread across Bryn's face. "Before this Halloween party, he got a bad stomach from some spicy food he'd eaten earlier. When he asked the hostess for Pepto-Bismol, she got him some. Unfortunately for him, she was extremely drunk and got the Pepto-Bismol mixed up with some laxatives. Cue the literal shitshow about fifteen minutes later inside SkyEye's car. Supposedly, the stench of that night never really left the fabric."

"Oh my god..." Felicity gagged, covering her mouth again, but this time, for a completely different reason. "I regret asking while eating."

I grimaced. "I won't be eating the chocolate pudding in my fridge for a while..."

"Moving on from the shitstorm, did Angel jinx the missions?" Felicity queried, chucking her balled-up napkin at me when I tried to bring up the Halloween party again. "I know you met him early on, and I know this because Brian is a walking encyclopedia of the Continental War."

"She did, but we'll talk about that mission after I clean the dishes and after you answer whoever's calling you." Bryn nodded towards Felicity's buzzing phone, the name 'Dad' flashing on the screen.

"Oh, yeah, I better take this," Felicity said. Thanking Bryn for breakfast, she hurried to the office and shut the door for privacy. Normally, she answered in front of me. The only times she didn't was when her dad was in a grumpy or touchy mood. I had a feeling one of those times was now.

"So-" Bryn picked up my plate and hers and brought them to the sink- "what's going on with you and Felicity?"

"What do you mean?" I asked a little too quickly.

"You could barely look at her all morning. Even when you two were bickering about the Halloween story and whether or not to continue it." Bryn opened the dishwasher and began filling it. "I also noticed it was only you doing so, not Felicity, so the embarrassment is on your side. What happened?"

"I... kind of..." I sighed, running a hand through my hair as my cheeks flamed from embarrassment from the memories of last night. In a rush, I blurted out what happened, wanting to get it over with. I felt weird telling Bryn this when I'd only known her for twenty-four hours, but I also felt strangely comfortable, like she wouldn't judge me. "So, yeah, that's... what happened, and now I'm mortified."

"Don't be," Bryn said, echoing Felicity's response. "If she was freaked out by it, not only would she not sleep in the same bed as you, she would've been just as embarrassed as you this morning, and she wasn't."

"She told me the same thing."

"Something tells me Felicity is not the kind of girl to mince words."

"Definitely not."

Bryn glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "Does she know?"

"Know what?"

"That you liked her during the war?"

"No, and I've never brought it up because I know she'll ask why I stopped, and the truth is-"

"You haven't."

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Yeah..."

"And you're afraid to bring it up in case she doesn't feel the same?"

"Yes..."

"And you're worried if she says yes, and you start dating, and it doesn't go well, the friendship will fail?"

"It seems like you're speaking from experience now."

"I am. I thought the same about Lucky." Bryn shut the dishwasher and pressed start. "If it's meant to happen, I think it will. Or, if you want to talk to Blaze or Chopper, let me know. They're the king and queen of getting out of the friendzone."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Want to call them again? I can ask questions first, and we can slowly lead into yours," Bryn suggested, moving back to the table.

"Let's save it for later because I'm too intrigued by what's going to happen next, but later today, I definitely want to!"

Bryn smiled. "I'll text Blaze and let her know."

"Let Blaze know what?" Felicity inquired, returning to the table. I noticed her puffy eyes, but rather than saying anything in front of Bryn, I chose to mention it later when we were alone.

"I wanted to ask her some more questions," I said nonchalantly, "and Bryn offered to inform her of the impending video call."

"Oh, okay." Felicity leaned back in her chair. "So, what's next?"

Bryn took a sip of her tea. "The next mission is Angel eating her words."