(The Agent leads Hershel around the back of the mansion.

There, an outdoor bar is visible, sticking out from the mansion. It looks luxurious, despite looking out of place.

Then, a familiar, or new, voice calls out.)

(The doorway swings open.

A blue uniformed officer looks at Hershel strangely, before slumping her shoulders.)

Follow me.

(When they entered, there was a big cased opening connecting the hallway to the parlour.

There, multiple Agents reside, just idly chatting about. However, the couch closest to the window remained empty.)

(The Agent turns.)

A 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 skull? I mean, I don't think I've seen any collections including animal skulls.

Only things they have here are crappy paintings and useless books. There's alotta nice rooms, though. Kitchen, weird drawing room, bar, bedrooms.

(The Agent first lets out an undignified noise before ungracefully toppling over the other Agent from the blunt hit, passing out as well. They lay there idly for now.)

(The one who got hit immediately loses conciousness and falls face down onto the ground.

The other first glances at the fallen Agent, then to Jason.)

Ah damn.

(He immediately tries to aim his rifle again, though he fumbles heavily on the trigger.)

(They were certainly closing in. Now they were at arms reach.)

Oh yeah? Well, there's two of us, pal. Think you can handle 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?!

(Right as the closest Agent said 'that', he flips his rifle and attempts to use the butt of the gun to strike Jason at the stomach.)

(Though there were two Agents, both of them aimed at Jason.

They take 2 steps closer to him, slowly closing their distance.)

Wack-jobs? You're the one about to be filled with lead here!

(The other gestured his gun at Jason's briefcase.)

What're you holding inside, big guy?

(When the group took three steps away from the manor, two Agents spot them. They aim their gun towards the group. Their distance was only 5 steps away.

One Agent speaks up.)

Hey! Stop it right there! State who you are!

(He was aiming at Jason.)

(The Agent who read the 'WHORE' writing aims his firearm at the window. He attempts to holds the car handle down as to not unlock.)

Hey, what the-?! Calm down! Stop it or I'll shoot Mr. Ledore!

Look, it'll be awkward if Mr. Ledore's gonna be sitting in a cart full of Targent Agents. I'm gonna plop him with you.

Callum is a little loud.. Anyway what-

(The Agent stares at the word displayed on the window for a moment. He attempts to smudge it off with his finger, and fails.)

...
Man..

bsky.app/profile/mour... What he's talking abt//

-with the other hostages.

(..Did Callum just come out of a bush?)

Well, I was thinking of placing you with @marshall-pinheiro.bsky.social , but I'm not sure if the two would want that.

(The Agent who promised to watch over Angela had come back to the chivalry.)

..Wha-? Where'd @mourningraven.bsky.social and @moribundmagpie.bsky.social go? Uh, anyway, Mrs. Ledore has been found by other residents of the manor. I suspect she'll escape with them.

Oh, they're over there talking-

(From a distance, a Targent Agent heard their presence where Angela had been left off. Quietly, he fled the scene, exiting from the front of the manor.)

Ah, right, I've only heard him having a daughter after all.

(𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳.. She shrugs.)

Well, it's best you sit here and relax. We're waiting for Commander Bronev at the moment.

-ones who really need blood the most, yet are so rare to get. Hmm.

Aha! Well, the last one anyway.

(The girl begins to set up the blood transfusion.)

This might sting a little. (She pricks a spot in his arm. The process slowly starts.)

Is that your dad outside? I can't believe he's Mr. Ledore!

Oh- my apologies! Let me help you.

(The Agent quickly supports Jesse towards the edge of the open truck.
Once inside the compartment of the truck, she diligently patched the wound on his leg, stopping the bleeding.
Then, she searches for AB+ inside the chests.)

AB+ huh? You're the-

(While they were bickering, a Targent Agent holds the rat cages ready for him to take.)

for Commander Bronev

(The Agent walks out of the group, probably for some peace.)

No, we haven't. He was last seen approaching the entrance.

(The Agent casts a glare to Descole.)

Shut up. You're gonna get what's coming to you.

(He notices the critters.)
Huh. Hey Eagle! Get the rat cages.

Look, guys, just remember to put Descole in the truck. We're gonna look around-

Hey hey, I think we should wait on the boss for that one.

19? Heh, have you found a partner yet? (She jokes, probably trying to be lighthearted.)

(She's still not used to seeing kids being brought in Targent.)

Can you walk? I'll lead you to the medical station.

(The Agent maneuvers Jesse to the tanky vehicle, which is only 5 steps away from them.)

(He clears his throat, still a little surprised.)

To the Monte D'or hospital. We've occupied it.

(The Agent watches bsky.app/profile/targ...

The other Agent who had escorted them does a complete 360 and returns to the entrance.)

..What the-? (The Agent in-front of Henry shrugs.) Eh.

-ask the boss.
Speaking of, we haven't gotten contact with him since we arrived here. Have you seen him around the manor?

(The Agent nods, agreeing. Then something clicks.)

Wait, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 Henry Ledore? Monte D'or's founder?

(He stares dumbfoundedly at Henry.)

Damn, Scotland Yard will probably suspect us again.. This guy's quite the haul.

(The officer sighs.) Yeah, he's pretty beneficial, but either way you'll have to-

Great. (She crouches down to inspect it.) Lost a lot of blood. We'll get to transferring right away. What's your blood type?

(She looks up.)

And, how old are you?

(One of the Targent Agents around the vehicles approaches Jesse. She leans down a little.)

Hey, I won't hurt you, I'll just inspect your wound. Is that okay?

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