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It had been about two hours since Anon had left to run errands, and the Shadows were getting restless, pacing around the main hub of Shadow Company HQ. They were mostly just anxious for your return.
“You messaged them?” Shadow 1-3 said, nudging 2-2’s shoulder. The other operative just shrugged, face unreadable under their mask. “No reply yet. I’m getting worried. Boss said it’s fine, but…”
Another Shadow, 3-1, leaning against a wall nearby, scoffed. “You guys are worrying over nothing. It’s always like this. Anon will be back soon, just wait.”
“Easy for you to say.” 2-2 retorted, folding his arms over his chest. “I was expecting an update by now.”
“That’s because Anon is busy, man.” 3-0 drawled, sitting nearby at a table writing a mission report.
“Wait, you think Anon is avoiding me?” Shadow 2-2 sounded genuinely concerned. 1-2 patted him on the shoulder. “He’s just messing with you, man… I heard Anon say very positive things about your work to the commander.”
Suddenly there’s the unmistakable sound of Graves’ voice coming from his office. “Will y’all stop complaining? …Anon just got back, anyway.” The commander steps out of his office, surveying the Shadows—who all snap to attention—with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. There’s a focused silence as all the men wait for the sound of approaching footsteps.











