"Are you here to break me out, dearest?" Ajax asks with a gentle smile as you approach his cell.

It's dark, and quiet in the station. He didn't doubt The Organisation had taken care of that, that is why you were here, after all. The two of you are secret agents for the Government, hunting down criminals, underworld bosses, people on the black market and the like. Except...

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have you." You mutter as you slide the keys into the bars. "What made you get caught this time?" You ask.

Ajax chuckles. "I'm a spy, dearest, I don't get caught." He says, as he stands and brushes off his suit, readjusting his gloves.

"In any case," He continues, accepting his belongings back from you and loading his pistol. "I was able to find rather... peculiar information on that famous illegal arms dealer." He pauses and cocks his head to the side. "Or perhaps I should say infamous?"

He chuckles, "The point being apparently he's either a boy, or has a boy do his errands, I was able to witness him before I was pinned down with that nasty restraining order, the blasted police."

He smiles at you as he runs a hand through his hair, slicking it back out of his face.

"What do you say? Want to track him down again?" He asked softly.

You roll your eyes. "You're forgetting your report, dummy." You say, walking out of the prison, "We have to head back first."

"Ah," He says, "Of course.."

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