Candace stares through the camera at the poor old dog. “Oh… Pinky.”
Jeremy stares at the little robotic bug. “Um…” Suddenly, he notices it has something written on the side. “O.W.C.A?” he whispers quietly, “How did they get that in here?”
The bug turns toward him, and Candace turns on the microphone. Whatever she speaks on her side will be passed through in a frequency that only animals and people wearing the translators can hear. “On Joshsyn’s boot.”
“Gah!” Jeremy leaps off the bed, waking Pinky, who raises his head painfully. “Candace?”
The woman giggles at her fiance’s reaction. “Yes. I’ve been monitoring your conversation since Joshsyn came down to inspect your cell.”
Jeremy raises his eyebrows at the little robotic camera, “And you just showed up now?”
Candace sighs, “Jeremy, I know what I’m doing.” She hesitates, “Well, mostly.”
“Greeaat…” Pinky rolls his eyes sarcastically. “Wait, why are you running the bug?”
She laughs, “You’ve been gone for a while, Agent Pinky. I’m O.W.C.A’s only human agent now, not P’s secretary.”
The blonde prisoner looks around nervously. “I need to keep working on this song or I’ll attract too much attention.”
Phineas’ voice comes through Candace’s headphones, “Perry has just checked himself out of the hospital. We’re on our way to HQ.”
“He’s crazy, and you can tell him that I said so.” She shakes her head and speaks into the microphone again. “Sorry about that, guys.”
Jeremy has picked up his guitar, and he’s strumming chords in a random order to go with the randomly spaced lyrics. “Who’s crazy?”
Candace rolls her eyes, “Our dear friend Agent P has checked himself out of the hospital with only minimal treatment for his wounds.”
Pinky attempts a chuckle, “Sounds like my friend hasn’t changed much.”
“I haven’t.” Perry, still in bandages, is sitting next to his partner, also wearing headphones and a microphone. “I’m so glad you’re still alive.” The platypus’ accent is slightly marred by his grim determination not to reveal tears, but Candace and Pinky know him too well to be fooled by the gruff tone.
The chihuahua tries to sit up, but Jeremy places a gentle hand on him, guiding him back to the pillow. “Go easy, Pinky. You need to rest.” Perry takes in his best friend’s injuries, and his tears almost escape him.
He notices Carl’s sideways glance, however, and quickly swallows his tears. “Listen to him, Pinks.” A small smile plays on the dog’s face at the familiar nickname. “Are the others..?”
Pinky sighs, “All okay. Well, Callie is in sore shape, but she’s alive.” Perry winces. Candace looks over at him in sympathy, knowing the feelings he has for his co-worker.
(Sorry this is a day late. My schedule has been... Interrupted.) Please Comment!