"Hey T,
So today in Military History and Tactics, I made this high security communications channel. Check it out!
Freaking Senior Agent Helms keeps on intercepting my messages to you
-A"
Aedha smirked down at her communicator, sending the message with a flourish before leaning back into her chair and glanced at the clock.
15:24. Twenty-six minutes forty-five seconds exactly until class was over. Oops. Make that forty seconds now. She yawned, twirling her stylus in her hand. This class just drones on and on. If Thyra doesn't freaking receive the message, she might as well die right here. A proper burial is better than this.
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