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decided to call the number back. After what deemed to be eternity, a woman’s voice answered. “Hello?”
“It is done.” He replied grimly.
“Thank you, Agent Baltar.” The woman’s voice answered gratefully.
Markous sighed with relief, then glanced ahead at the wreckage before him. “I require assistance. The cockpit blew up when the plane was in a desolated area. I have no idea where I am. Can you please arrange transportation for me?”
There was a long pause before the woman on the other end answered. “I’m sorry, Agent Baltar. Your service is no longer needed.”
“What do you mean, my ‘service is no longer needed’? What does that have to do with my transportation?” Markous’ brows furrowed together in confusion.
“Like I said, Markous. Your service is no longer needed.” The woman’s voice barely
replied; like she was reluctant to tell him anything.
It took Markous a long minute to understand her words. “What- No! No, you can’t do this!”
“Goodbye, Baltar.” The phone clicked and the call abruptly ended. Simultaneously, a second explosion deployed from the plane’s structure, spraying water and metal in every direction. Black clouds rolled into the sky and metal shrieked and combusted under the heat. Markous laid on his back, the flip phone still in his hand. His black eyes stared blankly at the darkening sky, his body limp. A single tear streaked down his face and fell to the sand. Red warmth flowed around the metal in his chest. And so the sun set, leaving behind the day that Agent Markous Baltar entered the void.