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24TH OF AUGUST, THE DAY DAGGER MET MILLER
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"Why should I? You drove me away, you took me away from my family, now you want me to help you with a criminal?" I fake laughed. Confusion took over my tone as I spoke. Although it was fake he seemed to be fooled by it.
"You were meant to be in this industry, Y/n, you weren't meant to be out there. Please, you can do it just this once, then you can leave, we need you" he tried to convince me. Is it working? Obviously, I didn't need him to tell me that to agree to what he needs me for, I was gonna do it anyway. though I don't belong in the agent industry, at all. I was made for greatness.
"...where do we start?" I replied after a moment of silence as I 'contemplated'
"Great" he clapped his hands and rubbed them together.
"First question, how do you get the people you put behind bars, behind bars, exactly?" I probed, he took a step forward and thought for a bit before adjusting his coat that was wrapped on his body.
"Easy, I follow the people I catch; criminals, find them, eliminate anyone in the way of me getting them, if there is any, and then follow them. I know where they are at all times" he implied