| [The first thing Spy notices is that he is wet, he and his incredibly expensive silk suit are wet. The realisation that he is under the ocean in some sort of bubble comes shortly after this. Curious, it bears no resemblance to any base he has ever been on. Even more curious.
It takes him a while, but he eventually figures out the function of his little starfish thing. Contacting others seems to be it's inherent purpose and while it's unprofessional of a Spy to utilise such personal technology, he feels he has little choice in the matter.
When the video feed switches on he clears his throat, becoming the very definition of calm as he speaks.]
Any information in regards to where I am and why I am 'ere would be greatly appreciated.
Also, if ze perpetrators 'appen to be listening, well--
[He lowers his voice to a hissed whisper.]
Watch your backs.
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