Instant Connection

1

I was working on my report from my last case when I hear Silvo shouting "Lauren, Hart, Tuturro!" I sigh, sliding the laptop off my lap and let it sit on the bed as I leave my room. The three of us start heading down the hallway as Silvo enters Briggs's room.

"Need you to get Donnie's stuff out of his room." He instructs.

"Donnie's not dead." Lauren says, walking into the room. I follow in behind Johnny.

"For what?" Johnny asks.

"I didn't say he was dead. I said his stuff was in the way. We got a new agent coming in. You got two hours."

"What?" Lauren and I ask.

"Hell, no. That's Donnie's room."

"You're not replacing Donnie, and I'm going back to bed. So you guys-" Briggs gets cut off by Silvo.

"No, you're not. He's your new trainee, name's Mike Warren, graduated top of his class at Quantico." He says, tossing the file on the bed. Johnny and I immediately heading over to look at it with Briggs. Johnny opting to stand beside the bed, while I invited myself onto it.

"So did Briggs, and he can't even match his socks." Lauren retorts.

"These aren't my socks. 1700 on his practicals?" Briggs smiles, looking over the file.

"Yeah, your record still stands. Lauren, where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it." She says, storming out of the room.

"What, he's got a 1700? Is he, like a savant, or something?" Johnny asks, taking the folder from Briggs.

"You comfy?" Briggs asks me.

"Oh, yeah, thanks for asking." I smile.

"Uh, Boss, does anybody happen to notice the kid doesn't speak Spanish?" Briggs asks Silvo.

"Yeah, they're putting him through linguistics training now. Lauren!" He shouts.

"He runs a 440 mile. I was doing that in the fifth grade." Johnny laughs.

"But, you're a stud, Johnny." Briggs comments.

"True."

"His plane lands at 0800. Briggs be there to pick him up." Silvo instructs.

"Okay." He shrugs.

"800." Silvo gives him a thumbs up before heading out.

"Yes, sir."

Johnny and I look at each other before heading towards the door.

"Johnny, need you to go to the airport." Briggs says, right as we got to the door.

"Ha!" I laugh.

"Nah, man, no, it's my day off. I don't want to spend all morning at some terminal. And there's no picture, so I'm-"

"Yeah. Well, you know, make a sign or something." Briggs shrugs getting out of bed.

"He's an undercover, he can't make a sign." I say.

"Can I?" Johnny asks.

"I'm going surfing." He states.

"How am I suppose to find this guy?"

"I don't know be a problem-solver, Johnny. Be Mexcellent. And scramble me some eggs, por favor." He taps Johnny's stomach before leaving the room.

"What a dick." Johnny mutters.

"Well, good luck!" I say, following Briggs.

"Nah, if I gotta go then so do you." He says.

"Nah, you're on your own."