Call to Sammy
Sammy was between the gym and her quarters when she got a call. She pulled it out to see who was trying to get her attention. The display had Timmy Gaffer across it. The last she'd heard, because she'd stopped by his lab earlier, was that he was out on a date with another of his fellow rats. She hoped it had gone well because if he was calling now for some advice she was fresh out. Her dates didn't involve tool kits.
Well, not /those/ types of tool kits.
"Fury. What's up, ya damn yahoo?"
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