After that a lot happened. SEIT was disbanded, because Aldair was killed. The Sea Gem was taken by the Canadian Government and locked in a facility far far away. It soon reached the news that someone had killed Aldair Storm. We were planning to head back to school and we had insurance to help repair the home damages. Jessica and I sat at Tim Hortons and chatted over some food. The Tim Hortons was beige coloured and had a brown counter and smelled of pastries.

“So what will you do now?” I ask.

“I am not sure.” says Jessica, scratching her head. “I don’t have any family anymore.”

“Don’t worry.” I said. “Martin, Eric, My mom and I are your family.”

A man with black glasses and a suit came inside of the Tim Hortons and he looked serious. He had straight waxed, black hair and came to us.

“You are Jessica Ramirez?” asks the man.

“Yeah.” she says.

“Call me Bellstrom. I just got the SEIT building ready for my organization.”

“Organization?” I ask.

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He nods.

“After Aldair,” he said. “I realized there may be other evils in this world, yet to be discovered which is why I am making a spy-internal-crime-solving organization called A.G.E.N.T.”

“Okay.” I said. “That sounds cool.”

“I would like to personally invite you, Jessica, to live there as a full fledged agent. We could use you on the team.”

“That sounds great!” says Jessica. She turns to me and I give her the slick thumbs up.

…

Aldair’s facility was quiet and calm after his death and would be waiting another day to be transferred to Bellstrom. It was night time and his office was trashed. A young man with black hair, pale white skin and black eyes walked inside followed by some guard that appeared to be working for him. The man wore an assault vest and black pants and shirts. They also had hoods. They had a logo of a skeleton skull and a cloak around that skull on everyone's clothing, including black hair who was in charge. The logo was no bigger than 10 cm in diameter. They looked like bad news. The black hair wore the same.

“Search the office for anything.” says black hair.

He looked onto the computers and hacked in.

“Aldair Storm,” he says. “Your research and cameras are proven to be useful. Phantom will claim these lost children.”

“Sir.” says one of the men as he finds a pencil on the ground.

“Don’t touch that.” says black hair as he goes to him. The hacked computer still has that grim reaper looking logo with the skull and cloak.