Hell's Kitchen, NYC

Agent Timothy Penders started narrating on how him and another Agent, Marcus Powers, one of the MSB's most decorated agents. They had heard reports of mysterious sightings in Hell's Kitchen.

"We were looking around for some mysterious people gawking around the area."

"Suspicious how?" Rocky inquired.

"Suspicious in that three red vans were lined up in one street."

"Woah....that is suspicious."

"We had to check it out for ourselves obviously. With extra caution, mind you. Not that it matters when we pulled away from the Main Street to a back alley and hit from behind."

"You guys don't sound good at your job. Not like I can talk."

"While they knock me and Mark unconscious, when I woke up I felt cold steel and Mark's body blooded up. I wanted to check his body but I was tied up. I then saw the most terrifying thing I've ever witnessed in my life. A figure draped in black with the mask of a skull of a venison. The voice part was its deep, ear-grating voice that accompanied it."

The Coffee Shop, Manhattan, NYC

"Getting a real purge vibe from this."

"I was suppose to die that day, but someone saved my life cause the figure's attention was pointed towards their phone."

"Their phone? If we could find the location of the phone call, we could try cell tower triangulation!"

"Smart, but I'm too lazy to that. That takes paperwork, then trying to get the service provider, and the company and...."

Rocky started annoyingly heavily sighing for a significant amount of time.

"*sigh* You're bumming me. Stop bumming me. The real thing I should get from this is, why don't you just head back to HQ? Your missing report was two weeks ago."

"Wishing I could, Kid. Though, I always feel somebody is watching me now."

"and I have no privacy~~~"

Musical reference aside, Rocky took what the dead man walking said and figured his best bet is to relay that information to the rest of Team Black Pumas.

As he opened his phone, he could see the clerk that took their order whispering to someone. Someone draped in black. Someone that was staring at him in the window. Almost like they were staring directly at him. Out of their black suit jacket was a pistol which was coming out his back. The clerk had one as well???

"GET DOWN!" Rocky yelled as he pulled the veteran agent down as well.

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Shots blared throughout the coffee shop and started spilling into the rest of the neighborhood.

It was surely one way to wake up.

The Puma Van, Times Square, Manhattan, NYC

Agent Milo Briggs spent the time in the surveillance van looking for potential info on these "Reapers Peepers" as Agent Crawfish likes to call it. All these blips and boops that accompanied him was his element.

Suddenly, his MSB-assigned phone starts buzzing. It's Agent Crawfish. He quickly picks up, maybe Crawfish found something interesting.

"Hello? Rocky?"

From the other side, he hears the sounds of gunshots, plates breaking, and an adult man screaming at the top of his adult lungs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Rocky said calmly.

"Sooooo, found anything interesting?"

"CALL VIC AND DANNY! I'M AT LENOX HILL NEAR CENTRAL PARK AT THE COFFEE SHOP! THE HECK MAN, NOTHING BAD HAPPENS NEAR CENTRAL PARK IN THE MOVIES!"

"On a scale of 1-10, how screwed are you?"

"PROBABLY YES!"

Suddenly, the phone call was hung up. Briggs starts assuming the worst. He sets up a video call with the two agents.

"Agent Briggs, what a surprise," Victoria said, "I wasn't expecting any developments for another hour."

"How's Agent Rocky?" Danielle asked worriedly.

"He might be in for some hard times."

Barely A Coffee Shop Now, Manhattan, NYC

The smell of gunpowder, coffee, and slightly birched wood filled the shop. The tables Rocky and Timothy used for protection was barely being held together and was filled to the brim with bullet holes. Somehow neither of the two were hit-

"H-Hey, kid. I need you to look at me."

The rookie looks at the veteran. He was holding on to his stomach, attempting to hide the crimson that was spreading throughout his outfit. His mouth was unable to conceal that fact however.

"Agent Penders..."

"Call me Timothy, Crawfish. Take this and get out while you still can. I'll buy you some time, besides, the agency already thinks I'm dead right? That's less paperwork to cover. Dead man tell no tales."

Rocky could feel his tears reaching, daring to come forth to his eye sockets. But there's no use in mourning for those enter and know the risks of being a MSB agent. Rocky took the USB drive in the man's hand.

"Everything me and Mark gather over the investigation."

"I'll guess I'll meet you up there...one day heh?"

"Nah, kid. My elevator's going down."

Despite knowing this man all for a little while, he can take pride that he was able to carry his work and hopefully not let it be in vain.

"Now go, kid."

With the smoke of the gunfire clouding everything, Rocky made his escape from the shop.

"Fellow Puma, I'll meet you at the van." he messaged the group.

Agent Timothy Penders sat there and tried to conserve his energy. He could hear the faint sounds of police cars, no doubt heading to the shop really soon. It would probably be too late though. Suddenly, he hears footsteps from behind. Probably, trying to finish the job they started.

Then, he heard it once again, that deep shrill ear-grating voice. That inhuman set of decibels that could come out of something. The man known as Mors walked over and glanced at the fallen agent. This man had escaped his clutches and would not be spared. He gripped his scruffy hair with extreme force.

"The game will end soon, Mors." Timothy calmly explained. "What good would this do?"

"To enact my vision for this government, the MSB needs to be wiped out. They could sent an entire team, none of them stand a chance against me."

"Good luck with that. These new batch of kids are too advanced for y-"

One slice was all it took from Mors's scythe. With the head gone, the body limply fell over. The store clerk who had helped the man earlier slowly walked over to Mors to see the carnage.

"Boss, what's the next move?", the store clerk asked nervously.

"We set foot for Hudson Yards, tonight, I want to enjoy the view of the city at night. The view of what will be mine soon."

Mors mind traced back to what that agent was trying to say. The new batch? What a joke. He had toppled some of MSB's best men and women. A bright-eyed rookie stood no chance in hell.

"Whoever this rookie is, I hope they are ready to feel true pain."