Unpredictable - Silver x !Spy! Reader

~ 4 ~

    The gang case with your parents had been one such situation. Only covered by the E.P.A. because they'd been hunting the group for a while already. It frustrated you that they were still on the loose, and the agency hadn't gained any new info on them. You searched files every day for clues, but it seemed all the leads had been exhausted. And as much as you wanted to be out there on the field, finding them, you knew that Shadow wouldn't let you as long their case was dead. Just over his stupid idea that you would "kill yourself delivering vengeance".

    Meanwhile, these petty little transports kept growing, both in number and in danger. It had only been on the rise for a few months, starting a bit after Silver arrived, and it both annoyed and intrigued you.

    The most curious thing was that they all seemed interconnected. All the locations had patterns, all the names, all the codes. The styles of code, even. They were consistently set with some kind of bug or virus, as well as some kind of disturbing message. Right as it seemed you'd gotten a file, the virus would erase it, leaving only some brief, unnerving monologue in its place.

    It always reminded you of your first mission over the comms. The one with the code name Griffin.

    Morgan's file from that mission had been destroyed, both with the pocket and with the info it had sent to you before becoming erased.

    The whole aura surrounding Griffin was weird. Something was wrong about them, if they were guarding locations and such that closely, it couldn't mean anything good. The only reasonable explanation you and Silver - who'd been working on the case with you - could come up with was that the transports were merely decoys. That something bigger was taking place, and they were using the shipments as both a failsafe and a distraction.

    The big question then: What was Griffin hiding? And what were they after?

    The rebel part of you kept trying to find ways to link them back to the mob attack almost two years ago. Maybe they could be one and the same, Griffin's gang of transporters was the same mob that had attacked your home. The cases both had excellent cover, and little to no real facts, seeing as the mob case was cold and Griffin's cases were always coming in corrupted.

    You banged your head on your desk. There was no work to be done, and boredom had you thinking too much.

    You were currently sitting in your little office, trying to find something to do. Before, you had simply been browsing ideas online, however after your memories took over, you'd opened the case files again. Not the best thing to occupy yourself with - seeing as you weren't supposed to have access to them - but it wasn't like you knew of anything else to do.

    And that was because ever since Shadow had taken you in, you had lived in the apartment level of the agency Headquarters building. It wasn't like you had anywhere else to go. You're previous home was destroyed, and you would not go back to the orphanage. Even after the house was rebuilt, you didn't want to go back, preferring your small space at the agency. It was after all, much closer to your new family.

    Some of the other agents lived there with you, although most had their own homes strewn about the world. They didn't come in unless they were working on a case. Morgan was one of those who had homes, making you even lonelier then. It had led to you - for the first several weeks - being almost completely isolated. You hadn't gone anywhere, or done anything until Shadow finally began to take you into training sessions.

    Silver - unlike most of the new recruits these days - opted to stay at the agency. Why, exactly, you didn't know. Perhaps that was another reason you two had become so close.

    Sometimes, Shadow told you that he could've mistaken you for lifelong friends, besties, almost. You had the same "spark of determination" in his words.