In a flurry of movement, she exploded upright to grab her cell from where she was charging it. Then, she selected a name, hit dial, and placed it on speaker. “Don’t speak. They won’t appreciate hearing from you.”
“Why?”
“Because you have a dick.”
That was the only answer I got before:
“Long time no hear.”
The voice was distinctly British.
Star grunted but watched me as I leaned against the wall. “Have you missed me, Minerva?”
The other woman sniffed. “Your ego is still larger than North America.”
“Seeing as yours is as big as South America, I think we’re pretty even.” Star narrowed her eyes at nothing. “I have a question for you.”
“Why should I answer it?”
“Because we used to be friends and this is a massive deal.”
Minerva sighed. “Is this about the Sparrows?”
“It’s Sparrow-adjacent. Sort of.” She rubbed her eyes. “Have you heard of Operation: Jorgmundgander?”
Minerva was silent a second, then she called out, “Ovianar?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re still living together?” Star queried politely.
“That’s irrelevant.”
Star huffed. “Just trying to be friendly.”
“Don’t bother. We’re not friends.”
“Who’s that, Minnie?”
“It’s Lodestar.”
“God, that’s a blast from the past. What do you want, Lodestar?”
“She’s asking about Operation: Jorgmundgander.”
There were a flurry of whispers that were too soft for me to properly make out what they were sharing.
Then, there was a hissed,“She needs to know.”
Star and I shared a look.
“…find… come here…”
“Danger—”
“…Sparrows down…”
One of them cleared their throat then rasped, “I think I heard about it. It’s a division that brings high spec prisoners out of jail and gets them to act on their government’s behalf to cut down their sentences.”