Times Square, Midtown Manhattan, NYC

The center of American media. The American version of Paris Syndrome. Still, you can't help the love of facade when some driver honks repeatedly.

The group enters into the bustling city of New York with a black surveillance van. Filled to the brim with gadgets for people like Agent Briggs or a weapons storage for people like Agent Sutton or Cruz. Agent Crawfish is content with a chair that spins.

"Every driver in New York must have a hereditary desire to yell and honk as hard as they can." said Agent Crawfish. "But seriously guys are you okay with me taking lead with this operation. Can't Victoria take the fight to these Reapers Peepers?"

"As much as I would like to Crawfish, I have my own assignment for this operation. Besides you should be honored, Cassandra is a real hardass and yet she assigned you, a rookie, to take the main reigns on this."

Rocky cheekily replied, "Not like I asked to be assigned to potentially risk my own neck to probably only find out these creepers might not even be the ones in charge."

The mission was simple: get enough information to figure out The Reapers's main head honchos, make sure the intelligence division gets that information, and maybe not die. While that sounds like this mission is highly dangerous, Rocky feels like he can come out of the mission with less than 25 fractures.

Team Black Pumas wasn't going to heading into the predator's domain without some weaponry. Since Tech guy Milo ain't in the front field, he got a Glock 19 as well in case things go ary for him.

"Woah dude...", as Agent Cruz said worried as she looked at the gun Rocky was holding, "Are you sure you want to face people with that PPK? You have a license to kill! You could do better than that, man."

"It's not about the tool...it's about how you use it. Ba-dum-tssss..."

Crickets followed...and the silence grew a 10-inch layer you cut almost cut physically.

"Can I get new squad mates?"

The Streets of Times Square

"HEY IM WALKING OVER HERE!!!" Rocky exclaimed as he almost got ran over by a speeding taxi. Suddenly, he felt a hand grip on his shoulder by a ponytail wearing woman. She started screaming in his face with an unimaginable amount of anger laced in her voice.

"Listen, we don't talk like that! We don't say these like that! Do you understand me?!" She was a clearly a New Yorker and not a tourist. Fear built up in Rocky. There's nothing more scary than a something with a deep love for the city there in.

Stereotypes are bound to piss em off. If they couldn't take a joke, that is.

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"S-Sorry! I'm sorry okay?!" Just like that, she let go of her grip of him. It wasn't until then that he realized how tight she was grabbing his shoulder blade.

That would've been the end of the conversation but Rocky couldn't hold his tongue.

"AY FORGETABOUTTA I-"

The flow of oxygen was diminishing as the lady came back and started choking him as he tried to get her off of him.

Meanwhile in the background, Milo, Victoria, and Danielle watched on at the rookie's antics.

"Are we sure he's gonna be okay?" Milo asked.

"Maybe." Danielle said.

"Not expecting him in one piece by the end of this." Victoria bluntly said.

"Commander said there's been suspicious activity in Hell's Kitchen and Hudson Yards." Milo starts explaining to the two. "Hell's Kitchen I could see but Hudson Yards is a prominent tourist attraction, I can't see what The Reapers would be doing there."

"It's a good front for their activity and it's most likely in the dead of night. Might be a trade on some goods, might be smuggling, who truly knows." Victoria said as held her hand to her chin.

A loud cough holds the trio's attention. "It's no use sitting here, right team? I'll check into Hudson Yards." exclaimed a serious-looking Rocky. "While I'm here, there's a coffee shop I've always wanted to check out. Keep me updated!"

"Agent Crawfish wait!" Victoria's words were not heard as the ecstatic rookie already had taken off with his one-track mind.

"I guess, I'll see y'all back in the van, huh? Best of luck with him, you two!" Milo exclaimed as he went off.

It was just left with the two ladies of the team. They both nodded knowing that they basically got handed the hard part of the operation.

Boys, they both thought in their mind.

A Coffee Shop, Manhattan, NYC

The door bell rang as Rocky entered into the Coffee shop. He heard this place was revered for its relax-inducing coffee. Being in the Big Apple, he felt a little out of his element being a small city and all that, that was all masked behind his excitement.

The store clerk welcomed him, "May I take your order?"

"Allow me to treat him, ma'am." A mysterious voice calmly asked.

Rocky turned around to see a man with scruffy long hair, a goatee, and a scar on his left cheek to boot. He was also freakishly tall, like NBA Tall. Generational Height right there.

"Can I help you si-"

He edged closer to Rocky's ear.

"You're hunting down those Reapers right?"

Rocky's eyes slowly widen. Was the mission already compromised? First job, blown. This was sure to be him in the dog pound. The last thing he wanted to do was to disappoint the Director and the Commander.

Rocky was all white and he slowly began to faint at thought of Commander Cole punishing him. The mysterious man began to shake him wildly.

"C'mon, Kid. Don't faint on me now.", he turned to the clerk, "We'll take two mochas, please."

The clerk confused said, "O-O-Okay...."

The time had passed and they had taken a seat near the windows of the shop.

"Sorry to freak you out, Kid. Freaked out worse than my first job as a MSB agent."

"Excuse me? You're a?"

"Timothy Penders, MSB Agent." This revelation made no sense since this man was on the list of the recently deceased...

"Wait aren't you one of the agents that got killed in the investigation?"

"Yes....BUT I LIVED!"

Agent Crawfish's day just got a whole lot weirder.

"Honestly didn't expect this case to be ongoing, I figure they would've caught the prep by now."

This man is now vital in order for Rocky's first mission to be a success. By mere coincidence, he found this man at a rare coffee shop. No way was this opportunity passing him by."

"Agent Penders, I'm glad you're okay and in one piece and everything...but if you have info, I'll need you to give me it. Especially since you haven't made yourself known to MSB HQ that you are in fact still alive."

"Trust me, Kid. You're gonna need it, especially since the entirety of New York is a walking death trap for any agent seeking this case."

"Let's start off simple, shall we?"