“New year. Back to work.”

Somewhere. Elsewhere. “... Need me for what?”

Bold of him to assume that he’s been chugging his ass off when he’s been busy cleaning /their/ bloody house. “You didn’t get the memo that I’m on leave? You told me to get the house cleared and ready for your stupid football night with your lunatic friends, idiot.”

Clearly, Mike Banning is the problematic one.

“Quiet, Mike. The adults are talking.”

This sounds like an incoming war.

“..... 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵... What now.” #Imperium

“Where the hell did you leave the kid, Mike?!” #Imperium

“... Great. You keep him safe and I’m gonn’ look for the kid. And where the hell is the V.P?” #Imperium

This is fine. Everything is fine. He will get the President’s kid and y’know... Will be on his way to eat donuts. Groans. #Imperium

“Anybody copy? Agent Three-Zero-Niner is down. I repeat: Agent Three-Zero-Niner is 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻! Loss contact with our agent, and there’s an explosion on the North side of the building!” #Imperium

“I don’t know who’s tougher to babysit. Mike or the VP? Who knows.”

“That’s my call again, isn’t it?” #ImperiumCrisis