That night, the apartment was unusually quiet. Zephany lay curled under her blanket, one hand lazily swiping through The Archive app on her phone. She had already gone through the "social" tab, which was just an odd mix of coded messages and bored agents posting photos of their dinner plates, and now she hovered on the mission tab.
Nothing. Again.
She sighed. "At this rate, I'll still be Level 3 by next year."
Across the hall, Kendrick sat on the edge of his bed, the same app open on his screen. He was leaning against the wall, hair still slightly damp from his shower, his face lit faintly by the phone's blue glow.
"No missions. What a surprise." He tossed the phone on the bed beside him and rubbed a hand over his face. "Cassius better not be hoarding them again."
Almost in unison, both of them were about to hit the power button when a sudden chime echoed from their phones.
Zephany's eyes widened. "Wait—"
