>>10501046Agent Taker let out a dull breath, staring down at his left hand. It was still bandaged, and would remain wrapped unless he needed to change. Being the Deadman had its perks. His cell phone is lined with numerous names, many of which are either "retired" or still living, and those in the latter are dwindling.
Scrolling through to that section, he finds two of interest: One a former lapdog, let go after his use had run out with his gigantic ex-girlfriend, and the latter a former agent living a better life than Taker was, right now. His thumb hovered over the second name, and after a few presses, a voice mail was made.
>Hey, er... Shit, I'm not good at outside work calls. I know you got this number tucked away, so I may as well try.>It's about Onsen a Lifetime. We're still keeping tabs on the WWA as it is. I know things have gotten screwy over there, but they're also intensifying.>All I'm asking is that you get into that event and check around. Our main priority is the Empress. Pentagon's afraid she might do more than rouse anti-American favors in front of the very spirit of Americana herself.>I can shoot you the money for tickets, bring whoever you want. Just don't bring too much attention to yourself.>And, mmm... Hope you're doing well, kid. Taker out.The voicemail ended, and the phone was put away. Back to papers and reports for the Monster-Policing Phenom.