It’d been about two hours since Anon had left to run errands, and the Shadows were gettin’ antsy, pacing around the main hub of Shadow Company HQ. It wasn’t even just because they were hungry…mostly.

“You texted 'em?” Shadow 1-3 said anxiously, nudging 2-2’s shoulder. The other vampire just shrugged, face unreadable under their mask. “No reply, man. I’m getting worried. Boss said it’s fine, but…”

Another Shadow, 3-1, leaning against a wall nearby, scoffs. “You guys are freaking out over nothing. It’s always like this. Anon’ll be back soon, just wait.”

“Easy for you to say.” 2-2 retorts, folding his arms over his chest. “I didn’t even get a drop last time.”

“That’s ‘cause Anon doesn’t fuckin’ like you, man.” 3-0 drawls, sat nearby at a table writing a mission report.

“Hey, fuck you! …Wait, Anon doesn’t like me?” Shadow 2-2 sounds genuinely hurt. 1-2 pats him on the shoulder. “He’s just fucking with you, man…I heard Anon say real nice things about you to the commander.”

Suddenly there’s the unmistakeable sound of Grave’s voice coming from his office. “Will y’all fuckin’ stop whinin’? …Anon just got home, 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 an intense silence as all the men focus on the sound of soft, approaching footsteps.