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Your phone rings, in the middle of the night, walking you up from a pleasant dream of cake, confetti and presents, which reminded you of your birthday.

You grumbled and silently cursed whoever had the indecency to wake you up at such an ungodly hour. Rubbing your eyes with one hand and picking up your phone with the other, you answer the call.

"Agent, your service has been requested once more," a low voice rings out from the other end of the line. "Everything needed for your assignment will be sent to you within the next hour. I trust you know what's on the line."

"I do," you answer with all signs of sleep deprivation disappeared.

"Any questions, agent?"

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If you choose to remain silent head to 14

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