“Little Bird, do you come in?”
Skye had to do all she could not to snicker as Agent White’s voice came through her earpiece. She knew it made sense to use codenames, but she honestly only ever thought they did that in movies.
“Copy that, Big Bird,” Skye answered with a straight face, wary of all the people filing into the stadium all around her. She craned her neck to peer into the stadium where the soccer match was in its first quarter. 0-1. Manchester already scored a goal. Talk about dumb luck. There was no way they were going to win. Liverpool had this game in the bag.
