Agent Lee || 26 yo || Dialogue: #ff6666 || Thought: #ff0000
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Why they'd chosen him to do it was something no one in the agency had the decency to explain. All he'd gotten was a load of bullshit about being one of the "most skilled and trust-worthy" agents they have, to which Jaxson didn't fail to protest against. If he was one of, that meant that there were others just as skilled and trust-worthy that could easily do the job. The solid reason as to why he'd been chosen had yet to be revealed to him. The twenty-six year old began to think that the only motivation behind it was to annoy the hell out of him as they so often loved doing. And it was definitely working. He may have joked about wanting a roommate from time to time, but it certainly didn't mean they had to actually give him one. Let alone an ex-criminal. Surely it wouldn't be long before he lost what small amount of sanity he had left.
"This place is huge." were the first words Jaxson had heard from the kid. Jax remained silent, mildly surprised by the sound of the voice. Not that there was any specific way a criminal should sound, but this boy- Grayson if he recalled correctly -didn't really sound like one. His voice, just like his looks, resembled that of a high school senior. On the other hand, he looked just like what one would expect a computer wiz to look like. Pale, skinny, glasses, and most likely socially awkward.
"That it is" he said as he followed the instructions he'd been given to get them both inside. His finger quickly tapped the security code into the small number pad by the locked door, revealing a small scanner. His palm was placed on it for a couple of seconds before it disappeared. The locks could be heard from the other side until finally the door could be pushed open. Lights flooded the spacious house as the two walked inside. This was only Jaxson's second time here. The first time he visited was to retrieve some things for his boss. Never in a million years did he suspect that he would be coming back to stay. Despite having grown up in a mansion, he much proffered his cozy little apartment he normally stayed at. "Fair warning, don't ask me where anything is 'cause I most likely won't have a clue." he stated before switching his attention to the buzzing device in his back pocket. The call was placed on loud speaker as the young agent went about his business.
"Jaxson, where the hell are you!" The baritone voice echoed through the vast living room. Usually, the superior's voice alone was enough to strike fear into any man, but when said man is scolded as often as Jaxson tends to be, it looses all impact. "I'm babysitting, just like you asked me to, sir. Did you forget already? That's an early sign of old age, ya know?" he responded with a sprinkle of sarcasm. A loud sigh was heard on the other end of the call before the man spoke again in mild irritation. "This is the eigth time I call you. Are you ever going to learn to answer when I need you to." There's a mischievous smirk on Jaxson's face as he makes his way over to Grayson, plucking the suitcase out of his hand. "Maybe someday, sir, maybe someday." This time his cheeky comment is ignored as the boss gets straight to the point.
"All of your belongings have been moved in, and anything else you two might need. Check your messages and reply to the last one I sent. You will be getting a new mission very soon."
"Aye aye, captain."
"And please behave, I don't want to-" the call is cut off by Jaxson's finger hitting the end key as he walks by, gesturing for Grayson to follow him to his new room for god knows how long.