[Sarah was pacing the floor of her living room, nibbling at her cuticles while deep in thought. She couldn’t just let Norton be under all this distress and not find out why. D.I.C.K had connections to P.E.I.P, she knew that. In fact, Sarah knew quite a bit more about her husband's real place of work than he did about hers. If she could just get some information about what was going on there through Chris…That might be a good idea.
Sarah rushed to get her laptop, formatting an email to her boss:
Chris,
There’s something going on with Norton down at P.E.I.P. It’s best that we talk about this face to face. Either get down here or send transport for me to meet you at the office.
-Agent S. Newman
All she could do now was wait for a response. Well, that and take care of Norton, making him breakfast and sending him off to his “office job” that didn’t even exist.]
@agentnewmand-i-c-k
I have had just about enough of you two. When I say keep an eye on him, I mean keep an eye on him. Now I have the director, the head of the research department, and the President on my ass. I cannot believe the-
*Chris glanced back at his desk where his computer dinged with a notification, cutting his scolding of his main inside agents off. It was an email, one from their current top agent no less. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and waving a hand at the man and woman standing in front of him.*
Get out of my sight. There's a transporter waiting to take you back to Michigan.
*Agent 898 and 899 nodded dutifully, taking the distraction of their boss as a blessing and hurrying off. Chris huffed, fingers clacking against the keyboard softly as he sent a reply.*
I've got B and M coming back to Michigan in about 20 minutes, they'll be at point 7:A, if you get there in time you should be here at HQ within the hour. Don't keep me waiting, I've already been dealing with some serious incompetence today. -C.H.S