@steveburnside
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The moment Darck heard that all too familiar voice of the ginger on the other line, it sent the woman into a tension. Her back straightened and muscles all tightened and ready to spring. He was alive, he was around... Steve Burnside...
Yes, it was known he liked his privacy, been through hell and high water. But that did not stop her from having hired him, gave him a place to stay, moving in and out of base. But now finally, after all this time, he was heard from again. Alive, existing in this reality again, and so very much tired judging by his voice. And probably pained as well.
“Steve- oh my god.” Her voice lost the playful lilt, instantly moving into concern and care. Pushed up out of her desk, coffee ignored, pen tossed aside, already starting to pace. “Yes, yes, you can call in any favor from me any time. Where are you? What happened? You sound fucked up.” Already the brunette was pulling up her power, on standby and ready to move through shadows. She has gotten so much better over the years truly, but needed the go ahead from the other to truly use it to get too him.
