'Bob' was Robert Glover, one of the legendary X-com personnel who had been on the front lines of mankind's war against the aliens. Bob had seen and done it all, got the fucking T-shirt and went back for more. Though most men his old would be pushing a walker down a golf course, the large American was still in the thick of things, regularly going on missions with his team.
That was probably the reason he was calling their house, Iria Hisakawa mused, as she searched for her older brother. Gren was Bob's right-hand man, handpicked and trained by him. Iria couldn't have been more proud. Even though the war was long over, people all over the world were still in need of their special skills. The depths of the oceans were a dangerous place. If you got stranded there, surrounded by walls of water that would crush you if you took a peek outside your pressure suit, food slowly running out as hysteria set in, you were the walking dead.
And that's where Bob came in. His private search and rescue team was available to rescue the poor souls... for a price. Iria would've had a problem with that, if the people getting stranded below weren't backed by serious funds in the first place -- you didn't get to the ocean floor in your swimming trunks, and Tritons didn't grow on trees.
She did take exception to not being allowed to follow them. She was seventeen already, goddammit, and Gren had already had his first two-mile dive behind him at that age.
"Gren!" she shouted again, reaching his room and looking sideways for any sign of him. "Where are you?"
"Here," he replied, stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, steam escaping into the room from beyond the half-open door. He stretched his right hand towards her, showering the floor with water droplets, and gave her a smile. "Gimme the cordless."
Blushing, she handed the phone over, and stomped out to the spacious living room. Dropping on the sofa, she flicked the WNN on and let her mind wander while half-watching the news from around the world. "What the hell is with him?" she grumbled, propping her chin on the remote held in her hands. "Where does he get off bitching about my two-piece when he's parading himself like that. 'Have more modesty', my foreign ass!"
A gale of laughter interrupted her muttering. Half turning in her seat and looking over her shoulder, she saw her brother stand there watching her with an amused smile, clad in a navy-blue bathrobe. "If you stay like that, you'll get wrinkles," he snorted, pointing at the frown adorning her face. "Thanks for getting me, Iria," Gren continued, his voice turning serious. "Bob's call was about a job."
"Really?" Iria exclaimed, her grumbles forgotten. "I knew it! I can go with you this time, right? Older brother?"
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