It took a few seconds for Aryn to realize that the shrill beeping sound was not a part of his dream. He opened his eyes to stare at the com-cube on the desk, the name Nikola glared back at him in neon red letters. Of course. Only Nikola was sadistic enough to call him this early. He reached for the cube and pressed the green button to accept the call.
The call connected and while her image was blurred, her voice, with her strange accent, came through loud and clear. His sister, Hallie, had given him one of the older models because she thought it would have been easier for him to use. It was more of an annoyance now.
“Good mornin’ boss. What do I owe for the pleasure of this call?” he yawned.
“It’s for your first assignment, actually.”
This got his attention. He’d been an official HellHound for a month now, but had yet to receive an assignment. He sat up quickly, leaning in closer to the com-cube as if it would help him hear her better. “I