The phone was ringing annoyingly loud, and he hoped that if he ignored it, whoever it was calling at three in the morning would take the hint to call him again at a decent hour. When the phone started ringing distinctly for the 4th time in a row, Amato reached over to his night stand, and picking up the phone he said sleepily into the receiver, "What?!!"
"I’m sorry to wake you, Agent Antonelli," said a voice he instantly recognized as belonging the director of his station.
Amato sat up in bed, "Is something wrong, sir?" He reached for the cigarette pack on his night stand, and pulled one out, lighting it.
"No," the director replied, "I’m sorry to call you in the middle of the night but apparently you’ve been noticed by someone back in Langley. Reassigment: Effective immediately you’re to report to the Boston station of the United States Central Intelligence Agency."
Exhaling the cigarette smoke, Amato asked, "Do you know of why I’ve been transferred, sir?"
The director’s reply was negative. "I have a list of some of the agents you’ll be working with. Apparently your sister Azzurra has also been transferred to the station."
Wait, they’d transferred his sister, his "Poco cielo blu" to the same office?
"Don’t come to the office tomorrow," the director continued, "You’re expected on a flight to the States 9AM tomorrow morning."
"I can’t possibly have everything packed by then, sir," Amato replied.
"I’ll send someone over to pack what you can’t. Just take what you need, Antonelli."
The director sighed, "I’m sorry to be losing you, Antonelli."
"And I’m sorry to be leaving, sir," Amato answered honestly.
"I should let you go and get a few more hours’ of sleep. Arrivederci e di ciao," said the director and he heard a dial tone.
Putting out his cigarette, Amato quickly dialed the States, his sister’s phone, "Antonelli." He smiled as he said, "Ciao poco cielo blue P me..."
Forgive any inaccuaracies of the Italian text as I have used an online translator for it...
Current Mood: Annoyed