Paranormal, Extraterrestrial, and Interdimensional Phenomena

Chapter 9

"Well, with all of that... emotion out of the way, it's about time you all got here. We have work to do." A woman in a combat suit faced the group, hands on her hips.

Harriet Hidgens had arrived.

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A young teen in the group of Hatchetfield breachers saw Harriet, and their eyes grew wide. They mumbled 'oh, shitttt...' under their breath, but the agent didn't think much of it. Maybe they were just scared of the woman, or had social anxiety and was annoyed and scared to have another new person, or both. She brushed it off, and decided to comment on something much more important.

"You stopped at... Chipotlè?" The dark haired badass asked, seeing the same young teenager hand a crying redhead a napkin from said restaurant chain. "Are you kidding me? This could be a gigantic-ass interdimensional threat! In fact, it probably is! And you thought it'd be a good idea to stop for fake Mexican food? John, I thought you were better than this." She exclaimed coldly.

"I am. That was Cynthia's idea." The homosexual agent replied, looking his friend right in the eyes. She held the gaze for less than half of a second before glancing away, but John was really proud of her. Small victories, right?

"I should have known. Well, Houston, took you long enough. Bring them inside." Owen's eyes shot daggers at the other woman, but Harriet payed her no attention. She was determined to figure out what was going on.

The group walked through the thick doors into the building, which was currently at maximum security, because of the fact that the dimensions weren't staying intact at the moment. They were immediately surrounded by agents holding syringes, each containing a dose of Harriet's multi-vaccine. Everyone was given the shot immediately after being explained to what it was, except for the young teen, who started having a panic attack at the sight of the needle. They hugged the man with the dog, and while he held them, they were given the shot. They didn't even notice, but the man told them it was over, and it took a couple minutes for them to calm their breathing and wipe their tears, but they apologized afterwards.

"It's fine. Not your fault, kid." Harry gave a small sympathetic smile to the teen, and then turned to the entire group.

"I'm not a fucking kid." They muttered, causing the man they'd hugged to smirk.

"Anyways, now that that's over with, I need your full names, pronouns, and your age if you are under 18." She ordered.

"Are we seriously doing this again? Ugh. I'm Draco Malfoy, he/him, and I'm fourteen."

"Ronald Weasley, but I go by Ron. He/him, and I'm also fourteen."

"Jemilla. She/they. This is my wife Zazzalil. Zazzy uses she/her." A woman pointed to her apparent wife, who appeared to be... admiring a pencil?

"Joey Richter. My full name's Joseph Michael Richter, but anywys, I use he/him. Also, this is Diane." He gestured to the dog, who he had handed to a short woman. She spoke next.

"I'm Lauren Lopez. She/her pronouns."

"Jonathan Matteson, but call me Jon. I use he/him."

"Jeff Blim, but actually Jeffrey Robert Blim, but don't call me that. He/him."

"Robert Manion. He/him/his."