“You get her?” Cyrus answered without so much as a hello.
“About that…”
“Was she not there?”
“Oh, she was there. And she is a he, by the way.”
“Clerical error?” Cyrus asked, before adding, “Though, what I’m gathering from that response is that you fucked up.”
“Seems like it is much more than a clerical error. And, you know, I think it would be more accurate to call what happened a collaborative fuck up.”
“Explain,” the man barked.
“Well, first fuck up. Intel not informing me the guy had a fucking infant.”
“A what?!”
“Yes, an infant. As in a little Cryptid. A baby. A very little baby that I almost punched in the face, by the way, which you know I would have regretted the rest of my life. Believe me when I say I was very surprised.”
“There is nothing anywhere to suggest the Nymph had a child,” Cyrus drawled.
“Yes, well, he has one. And it’s his, as they’re a splitting image of him; hair, eyes, and everything. And if I were to guess the age, I would say a few months old. Which means the reports are suggesting a HEAVILY pregnant Nymph strangled and snapped a grown Cerberus’ neck.”
“That’s…questionable.”
Severo snorted. “Indeed.”
“Intel is one thing, Severo. Because Killian doesn’t see full footage when his program scans for people. He monitors and mostly sees raw data and flashes of screenshots of the moments when the system loses the individuals. He does not see everything. Should he still have noticed? Yes. The question is, how the fuck didn’t you notice when scouting?”
“I don’t know, okay. It just happened,” he whined defensively.
“I’ll look into what the hell went wrong on intel’s side, but you need to work on being more fucking observant.”
“Sure… Anyway, fuck up number two. Which is honestly none of my doing, because I did say this case was fishy.”
“Just spit it out, Severo.”
“How come it never came up that Leal Craft was working for Preston fucking Chanway?”
He heard something break on the other side of the phone, and a string of curses. “Are you sure?” Cyrus paused. “Wait, how did you come across this information?”
“Well…to explain that, I need to explain fuck up number three. This can be slightly blamed on me, but also, I think mostly on fuck up number one. So, it’s really not my fault at all.”
There was a long exasperated sigh. Severo almost laughed, but held it in. He would admit he heard that sound a lot.
“Go on… I’m prepared.”
“You may not be,” Severo chuckled at that. “Well, so, back to almost punching a child in the face. Yeah, I was so shocked by these giant golden eyes staring at me… Well, long story short, Seri had a gun, with bullets made of dysea, and I am now handcuffed to a radiator with some dysea sprinkled on me.”
There was dead silence on the other end.
He jiggled his cuffs loudly, loud enough for his boss to hear.
“I’m telling everyone about this.”
“Wait. How about if you don’t do that?”
“I’m telling everyone,” Cyrus repeated.
