Meanwhile in the agency office.

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"Can someone explain to me how three trained agents let a single target escape their hands?" A woman, seemingly in her thirties asks, hands crossed tightly on her chest, her blue eyes shooting daggers at the group sitting across her in the small room.

The three agents rest in the room, one of them sitting on the chair in front of the woman's table, hands resting on their thighs, in a calm and composed pose.

The leader uneasily rests their back on a wall, hands close tightly, making their knuckles whiten.

The last sit on the couch at the far end of the room, not caring to participate in the conversation as they grab a cigarette from their pockets, raising and placing it between their teeth, but not lighting it up.

The leader of the group takes a step forward, their eyes avoiding the older woman's. "With all due respect, ma'am, we couldn't have expected someone to be there that late."

Their argument seems to be brushed off by the woman as she grabs a sheet of paper and slides across the table to the group. "These are your new orders, coming directly from the higher-ups."

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All three of them look at the paper before turning their eyes to the woman, confusion painted on their faces.

"An order from the higher-ups?" The agent in the chair grabs the paper from the table and starts to read it.

"You're all staying in Wayhaven till second order, and tomorrow we'll talk with the person responsible for the city's management; we can't risk their officers intervening again." The woman interlocks her fingers and crosses her legs, resting her hands on top of her knee. "That means you all will be working with humans."

The news doesn't seem to grab any expressive reaction from the agent who's reading it, but the same can't be said about the leader.

"You can't seriously expect me to work with those anim-" The leader's speech is interrupted by a gentle hand on their shoulder.

"Calm down; we shouldn't give our handler more things to deal with." The agent's smile seems to have no effect on the leader, as their frown only seems to deepen.

The woman's eyes soften as she gives a grateful nod to the agent. "I need you all to prepare yourselves; now go rest. I'll need you all up and ready before sunrise."

The agents leave the office, no words being spoken between them as they all go to their rooms.

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