A small silver haired boy sat staring at the blank wall in front of him. Using the swivel chair he was sitting in, he pushed himself to a nearby desk and grabbed an opened can of soda from it. Just as he brought the can to his lips, he received a call on his cell phone, which was lying on the same desk. He sighed slightly while picking it up.
"Pumice? Whatever you did to the Lower Avalon communications network worked like a charm. These fυckers don't know what hit 'em." said a familiar voice
"Eh? What communications netwo--" the silver haired boy paused a moment before realizing his error, and quickly attempted to correct himself. "O-oh! Correct, sir! That communications network. Gotta say, 'ppreciate you making note of my efforts!"
The silver haired boy - Aestus Clayborne, better known as "Pumice" - had a tendency to lose focus on a matter at hand. He was well aware of Aeolus' plan, but he was temporary preoccupied with other thoughts.
"By the way, Aeolus, I'm still waitin' down here in Lower Avalon if you require my services." said Pumice. Actually, I was wondering about somethin' in particular....uh, since I know I can be honest with you. I'm kind of f*cking bored at the moment. So, I was wondering if I could kinda check on how things are going with your little Splinter invasion. According to my sources, we've deployed one of my personal favorites, huh? I want to see that close up, and naturally I'll report back to you on any bugs with our plan. I know the enemy's encountering quite a few in theirs!