(I totally forgot to give info on how Pheoness acted when she started working with Reginald and Pheonix so here you go!)
Pheoness hears the door of her office creak open just enough to slip an earpiece in her office before it is closed again. Great. Another new Handler. Her track record of Handlers is…not great to say the least. She wouldn’t be surprised if they ditched her for another agent, just like the others. The sound of her phone ringing interrupted her thought process. She picks it up, hearing the familiar voice on the other end, it was Pheonix. She remembers him during spy training. He was so young, so innocent to what he’ll be experiencing here. “Hey Pheoness! You got the earpiece too?” The two were put in an Agent duo, two agents that would work closely together on similar missions and even do them together at times. She doesn’t want to watch the poor thing get slowly withered by the duties they have to fulfill here, but the higher ups gave her no choice. It also means they will have the same Handler. “Yea, Pheonix I got it.” She responded unenthusiastically, getting the earpiece and putting it in her ear, a man who sounded like he was in his 50s came from the earpiece “Greetings Agents, I will be your handler, I will guide you if needed.” Pheonix nodded a cheerful “okay” while Pheoness rolled her eyes “And lemme guess, you just sit on your butt all day while we’re out here risking our lives?” There it was. She just HAD to make another snarky comment. She couldn’t help it though, it was in her nature to shut people out, and she couldn’t even say sorry due to her stubbornness. There seemed to be silence from both The Handler and Pheonix for a little while before Handler spoke up “Well, looks like someone has an attitude.” He replied with a slightly exhausted tone “I’m so sorry, sir. She doesn’t mean it!” Pheonix said in a panic “Oh, it’s really alright..I have heard your reports Mrs Pheoness. I saw you were a wild card so I took the job.” “Yea, that’s what they all say until they reach their snapping point.” She scoffed “Can you at least keep your comments to yourself for 5 minutes so I can explain your first mission?” She thought about it for a second before sighing “Fine, say what you need to say, Handler.”
And that’s how Operation Friendly Skies began:)