“The name’s Jacqueline,” the woman introduces herself to you, shoving her card in front of you. Reluctantly, you take it. After all, this was the fifth time you ran into her on different separate occasions. It’s like this lady is everywhere. Here she is, yet again, saving your ass.

“Next time, don’t piss off the guy with facial scars, newbie,” she teases, referring to the situation she helped you escape. You roll your eyes and look down at her card. She’s… an agent like you?…