“This is not good,” exclaimed Simian. “This so not good.” Operation Capital Gains was not going as planned, and was at risk of total failure. Not only that, but the entire European Operations Division was in jeopardy of being exposed. “Wizard’s not going to be happy.” He reported his status back to base.
“I don't care. Get that Plasmic Regulator, or you’re finished! You hear me, Simian?” Wizard’s voice came over comms dripping with rage. No he was not happy at all. Worst of all he seem angry at Simian, and the current situation wasn’t even his fault. Not this time anyway. How was he to know British Intelligence actually had competent people work for them.
“I hear you, boss,” he replied. After shutting of the transmitter he muttered, “easier said then done.” No this was not going to be easy at all. The Regulator sat just a mere twenty feet away. Between him and it, though, were four of the fiercest looking BI agents he had ever seen.
No if these guys were anything like the one he dispatched a few moments ago, his night would end badly. Very badly, he realized. Unless, with a quick motion he moved his hand to his ear. “Stygan,” he said into the newly reopened comms channel. “I could really use your help up here. Like two minutes ago. Get up here, like now.”
Simian did hear if Stygan gave a reply. The agents began fanning out and moving toward him. The fight was on, Simian couldn’t wait for backup.
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