Chapter Text
MITCH: So, you gonna tell me anything about your new friend?
PANAM: What new friend? V? Nothing to tell, we are just working together.
MITCH: ‘Just working together’, huh? I must’a missed all the other guys you worked with getting invited over to the camp on their first job
PANAM: That was different! I needed help. Which you didn’t give, may I remind you.
MITCH: Don’t change the subject. Besides, I like the guy. Saved my ass, after all. Think you gonna call him?
PANAM: For a job or like, to hang out?
MITCH: I don’t know, Palmer. Either or?
PANAM: Sheesh… hadn’t thought about it, okay? Maybe? He is surely capable with a gun, and with tech, and… nevermind.
MITCH: And he ain’t half bad to look at you mean?
PANAM: Oh ease off my private life already!
MITCH: Okay, okay. Don’t shoot, ma’am, I beg you.
PANAM: I am seriously considering it.
MITCH: Anyway, have you heard from Saul? Thought he was meant to be back by now.
PANAM: Wait, he ain’t back yet? Damn it! Fucking told him going out with such a small team was dangerous.
MITCH: You can chew him out over that later. I’ll get the reconnaissance set up. You might want to consider calling that merc of yours after all.
PANAM: As much as I hate to admit it, I’ve already thought about it.
MITCH: Great. Just don’t get distracted by those piercing blue eyes of his too much.
PANAM: I would seriously shoot you right now, but we need you to fly the drone.
MITCH: Sure, sure. Enough talk, let’s get our stubborn leader out of whatever the shitshow he got himself in now.
PANAM: Whatever it is, he isn’t living it down any time soon.
< End of the recording >
