Agent York
"Hey, D." I smile at him and kiss at his helmet. "I'm better."
"So you are." Sigma projects over on my shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
"Me? Oh, I'm...I'm fine, I suppose." I look over at Delta. "Physically and....mentally." I grab at my head. "Ow..."
"Apologies, Agent York. Perhaps it's because De;ta and I are sharing capacity in your mind."
The Director
I lean against my desk and flick my king over. "Game." I announce with a clearing of my throat. "It appears we were at a stalemate, anyway."
"Like all of your games." Alpha projects in my hair.
I look over at my pieces I've accumulated, and his pieces, smiling. "And I was at checkmate, too."