Matt watched Reggie leave, paused a moment, then closed the baton. It probably wasn't worth pointing out that you cannot practice with a baton at a gym, but it would just irritate the other man further. He shrugged it off, as usual, and slid the baton into his belt rather than the the desk. He was considering bringing it for the next mission. If there was one. Reggie would be the first to snap if one of them did, since Matt managed to take most of life's difficulties and roll them off his shoulders, whereas Reggie seemed to never forget anything. He smirked briefly at the idea of other tenants demanding that they leave. That was certainly not going to happen.

Then again, he wouldn't mind a little more space. Maybe an actual garage for the bike. A personal workout room with soundproof padding. A telephone that didn't make as much noise as their current one did. He flinched. There was probably a way to change their phone's ringtone but he hadn't gotten around to figuring out-

The phone was ringing!

Matt forced his door open and slid across the floor, scooping the phone from the table receiver, turning, sitting on the table and crossing his all in one motion.

"Kilo," he said with a brief smile, as though the listener could see him. "We're open 24/7 and today we're charging half-price, although I'm still going to need to see some ID."

The man on the other end sighed. He still wasn't used to this. "Hello Kilo. This is the chief."

"Heyyy!" Matt said in a lazy voice. "Where ya been, buddy? It's been a while."

"Busy. Straighten up, Matt. You've finally got work to do."

Matt tilted his head, listening to the chief explain the details. He nodded several times and ended with a salute to no one. "You got it, Chief. Call me again sometime, okay?"

He dropped the phone back into the receiver and headed for his room to grab his kit. "Hey, Reggie," he called out through his door. "Suit up. We've got work to do."