Miles had done what he was told; dialing 3-3-2, he sighed and put the phone to his ear. Miles was now comfortably in his desk chair in the Hi-tech room of his. “Hello? Can… You… Hear… Me…” The voice from the phone had startled Miles. Reluctantly, he answered, “Yes agent, I can hear you.” There was a girly scream on the other end, “No, way! Oh my gosh! I can’t believe I am talking to the one and only Agent M.A.! You have no idea how long I have wanted to do a mission with you!” The girly voice was getting on Miles’ nerves. “No I don’t, Agent--” “Oh! My name is Piper Colbat. So I suppose Agent P.C.” Piper had interrupted. “Yes. Thank you. Anyway, update me on who you are and what our mission is.” Miles replied. There was an awkward silence over the phone static. Finally Miles said something, “I already know what our mission is, of course,” Still silent. “Piper—I mean Agent P.C. You copy?” Yet another girly scream, “He knows my name! Oh my gosh! Oh right,” Piper had calmed down and focused as she cleared her throat.
“As you well may know already, I am Agent P.C. I work here at HQ. I have just earned my Class F2 badge, which means that you will be leading the mission as a Class F1 Agent.” As Piper finished her brief introduction, Lauren had called from downstairs, “Time to wrap it up Lima Bean,” Miles cringed at his nickname, “Dinner is hot and ready!” Miles’ stomach, as if on cue, had grumbled, “I’ll be down in a bit, Ma’. Got an important phone call to make!” Miles came back to the phone, “Thank you for your patience and respect P.C. Tomorrow morning I will meet you at the Café in down town Westville.” “Sir, yes sir. Over and out.” Phone line went dead after Piper’s double-O. Miles had hung up the phone, checked on the monitors, and went downstairs for supper.
