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"𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤." 

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"Hank."

"Yes?"

"Since you've created enough problem for today and it's been a long day, you should return home."

"... Fine..."

"And don't go to any bar and getting yourself drunk."

"... Yeah..."

"Are we clear here, dad?"

"Yes, (F/N)."

Hank, with a remorse emblazoned his mien, embarked himself from (F/N)'s room, and God knows where he's heading to. The old ornery lieutenant blithely harked back to his house alone by himself, his head latched down to the ground. And at the late night, when (F/N) was descended into her siesta, suddenly, someone hurtled to her room and roughly dither her body to wake her up. She's awake, with a frown and groan,

"... What?"

"The FBI had located the deviant's location, and raid attack to destroy the abandoned ship."

"Destroy?"

"Yes."

"It's in abandoned ship?"

"Yes. But the leader and most of them able to escape by jumping to the sea."

"I see..."

"What are we going to do about this?"

"It's not our problem any longer, Captain. We should be focused on the radical terrorism."