“I hope that’s the last time for a long time that they fly me out for a conference. Those airplane seats are stiff, I’m going to need a chiropractor. Remind me again why one of their best operatives doesn’t get first class?”
“That’s classified,” she mused playfully, back to the door and attention on the string of text running through the screen before her only to promptly disappear seconds later. Spying (was it spying if she was still a part of the group? asking for a friend.) on Rising Tide conversations, the usual gist. Unsurprisingly, their Texan branch was currently too occupied with talking about shark week and not nearly enough about Hydra. Skye turned to look over her shoulder once she’d decided there really wasn’t anything useful to see, exasperated sigh quickly replaced by a welcoming grin. “I wasn’t really paying attention, no offense, but I heard something about a dinosaur and how bureaucracy makes your back hurt. Getting old, Phil?”
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