Who'd Done It?

 DECEMBER 15, 2014, 3:48:25 A.M.
Alenstown, California

All was quiet in the small apartment complex of Kent's Creek Apartments. Not a single window had light seeping out. Everyone was asleep. All was normal.

Except for in apartment 14C, in  building F. There, the normality was about to be broken.

 And I get a thousand hugs, from ten million lightning bugs, as they try to teach me how to-

Groaning, a slim arm snaked through the heavy, warm comforters, through the dark, and slammed down onto the glowing smartphone, trapping it under long, slender claws, and slowly dragged it's catch back into the cavern within the mountain of blankets.

"Hyello?" a raspy voice grumbled lightly.

A computer responded. "Mrs. Sariana, you are called upon to report back to A.O.M. within the next two hours of receiving this call. You have been called back to the field," it beeped out.

The computer promptly hung up, leaving an ominous silence hanging still in the air. Slowly, a figure slid out of the layers of sheets and heat, groaning throughout, and promptly fell onto the floor with a loud thud. Only a silhouette of a human body could be seem in the room.

Five minutes later, a small, sleek car blended into the background of the night. It barely made a sound.

All was quiet again.

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DECEMBER 15, 2014, 3:48:26 A.M.

Mills-wood, California

Giggling could be heard seeping out from the cracks in the doorway in the second room down the hall, on the second story of house 96, Brigand Drive. Faint yellow light illuminated each corner of the house, including whatever was behind that cream colored door.

"And remember mission 68? Her face was so funny!" a sultry feminine voice laughed out into the night.

A deeper, masculine voice soon followed, chuckling. "I remember. That had been quite an evening to remember. Especially for her," it rumbled.

A nostalgic silence soon covered the room. 

"Do you miss her?" the female's voice asked cautiously.

Hesitating, the male soon answered in a hushed voice, "I do. Of course I do. But it was her choice. I wasn't going to stop her."

It was silent once more.

Suddenly, the loud ringing of a telephone shocked the surrounding area, jolting life back into the present.

Picking up, the girl asked, "Hello? Resident speaking."

The same computer voice from apartment 14C answered, "Mrs. Evans and Mr. Greyson, you are called upon to report back to A.O.M. within the next two hours of receiving this call. You have been called back to the field."

It promptly hung up. Within moments, rustling noises of paper cards and thick coats could be heard.

Moments later, a shiny white Benz and a gleaming silver convertible could be seen racing down the road, and far off to somewhere unknown.

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DECEMBER 15, 2014, 3:48:27 A.M.

A.O.M. California Headquarters

In an all pure white room, two gray clad figures sat patiently in two huge white chairs.

"So they've all been called?" said one figure.

"Yes, now, we wait," replied the other. "Now, we wait."