Hey guys.

Derek's okay.

[His voice is shaking, broken... Guys, he doesn't let himself sound like he's crying in front of others, but that's pure fear in his voice]

Guys...

At--at first I thought, we could, do something, but--

Gone, they're--just--I--

There's nothing we can do, and I just...

Guys I... I love you.

[His voice is shaky, nervous, worried, excited]

Agents--M-maxwell, setting the--

[A pause.]

[When his voice comes back, it's stronger, more sure.]

Agents are... go.

( [Private to no one in particular//HARD] )

For those who haven't paid attention, I can't go long without music being mentioned. And in a place of so much need, why should I display any greed? Sowing the seed of musical creed's a fine thing indeed, to give all a proper comprehension ( Read more... )

[[While the four other teams go about their exploring, Spin, J, Missy, and Riza keep support over the radio systems. Unhackable and incomprehensible]]

This is Maxwell, setting the beat. Jivers, report.

Caught Walrus with the lime in the coconut for a sec. Eggman's jumped east of java. Strangers to love where you're at?

Oh my, it's getting hard to hear with all of this yelling and fear. While all your angry heads are reared, or you opt to sit back and jeer, the way to go's no longer clear. So many before have said, my dears, there's no point in trying to run in and spear things when we've guzzled panic down like beer ( Read more... )

Can't get my head away from this strain, this music's really become a pain. A fine enough listen if you choose on your own, but you lose the bliss in the blues if you can't escape the moan. Long enough, it's hard to be missin' the muse behind the words of renown.

It's no one song that plays endless over the mono, but I'd say it's a medley composed ( Read more... )

Y'know, it's odd.

I could've sworn my headphones had been broken, but... they just started playin' again.

Nice thing to have back with me, at least.

[The recorder clicks on, to a few moments of silence. Then there is a long, deep breath, controlled and steady, before his voice comes on, very quiet:]

Oh me, oh my, what do I see; a monster, and her friend, and we. What a shocker, what a twist--another question in our midst. Double, double, soil and rubble, city churn and people struggle.

[His voice ( Read more... )