"Jealous?" Ballog asked out loud when Kundiman had spoken to him, purposely speaking when she turned to speak to Sara. "Why should I be jealous of you getting the weekend off? That just means less time listening to you rant on and on about pointless things."

The black haired man was currently sitting behind a table, HIS table. On top of it was an inactive laptop just waiting to be used for one reason or another. Like Kundiman he was waiting for the clock to strike five so that he could leave and go on with his own life outside their little agency. But of course, something just had to come up that cut in to Kundiman's weekend off. 'Great, just when I thought I wouldn't have to listen to her for a day or two,' he though, mentally rolling his eyes as he took his copy of the folder.

He quickly read through the details of the new mission, barely showing any emotion as he read about the death of an unborn child. But if someone looked closely enough they would have seen the slight twitch of his eye. Once he was done reading through the entire folder, he tossed it onto the table and let out a heavy sigh. "There goes my quiet weekend."

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