Hello, Spies. We have secured a playoff slot. You will find complimentary tickets in the pocket of the pair of jeans in the back of your closet.
Denzel is still Shelled, Fitzgerald was swept Elsewhere again, and –
Norris Firestar, replacement for our beloved Teddy Holloway, has already been snatched away from us, replaced by Yrjö Kerfuffle. (That is not a typo.)
Firestar’s personnel files (at least, the ones I have clearance to read) are either sparse or heavily redacted, so I can tell you nothing about who they were, what they liked doing, what relationships they had –
All I know is that there was an incineration. Then, a few unknowable units of time later, there was another one.
We have loved. We have lost. We shall have to love again.
We didn’t have to play the wildcard round. We went straight to the playoffs. Our first set of games is against the Chicago Firefighters; we plan to win.
Good luck and good sense, Agents.