A Series of Mild Prophecies
“The Orders a secure compound, you can’t just call people,” Kat says, hands in her lap atop the blankets. She’s not getting out of the bed unless she has to. Dante looks to her, not buying it. “I’ve seen people use their phones here all day,” Dante says and Vergil crosses his arms. “They’re secure,” Vergil replies. “They’re made secure and safe for use in the building, connected to our networks and protected from outside spyware and worse.” “Ok, so let me borrow a phone. I want to borrow a phone anyway,” Dante says. “How are w-” Kat starts, ready to go into a whole rant about not trusting Dante, about how their location can’t get out to anyone on the outside, how this is all vital and they don’t know him or the girl he wants to call, but she stops herself with a yawn. “We...can’t just let you call some girl,” Vergil says and Kat’s grateful that he picks up so easily from where her thoughts left off. “She hasn’t been screened, we don’t know anything about her, should anything get out she could compromise our entire mission.” Dante’s expression twists and for a brief, brief moment. Almost like how Vergil’s twists when he’s mad and trying to hold it in. It jolts Kat awake, that brief moment of sameness between them, though Vergil is none the wiser. He doesn’t know his own face like she does. Nothing about his twin is eerie in that way to him.
Summery: It's Dante's first night at the Order and he wants to tie up some loose ends. Kat and Vergil have some reservations about the idea, and Dante in general.
Words: 3,471
Rating: T (minor swearing, canon compliant murder mentions)
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(also you can check out the series this belongs to, Drafting a Swan, here)