"Have you received Y/N yet? I've sent 300 agents there, so I'm expecting good results."
"Un-Unfortunately n-no.... Bu-"
"WHAT!? I SACRIFICED NEARLY HALF OF THE AGENTS IN THIS BASE, YET THEY COULDN'T GET Y/N!?"
"There mig-"
"WE MERELY GUESSED WHERE THEIR LOCATION WAS, AND WE WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE OUR GUESS BE CORRECT, YET THOSE PATHETIC AGENTS SCREW UP!?"
"Sir. There coul-"
"IT WAS 300 VS 3. THEY COULD'VE EASILY OVERPOWERED THEM. ARE THEY THAT WEAK!?"
"Please lis-"
"BECAUSE OF THEM, NOW WE MIGHT HAVE TO WAIT A FEW MORE MONTHS JUST TO PINPOINT THEIR LOCATION AGAIN."
"SIR! PLEASE STOP INTERRUPTING ME, THERE MIGHT BE A WAY TO FIND THEM AGAIN."
"*sigh...* I apologize for my outburst, I'm immensly stressed about this situation. Please go on"
"If we check the base they were last in, we could follow the blood track they left behind. We could also check their base for any information on where they hid their other bases."
"I see... I recommend we investigate later today."
"Are you sure? They could've left a poisonous gas in there for all we know, I'd say it's better to start tomorrow."
"Fine. Tomorrow it is. I would've argued with you, but I still need to take care of the agents who came back without receiving Y/N."
"Yes sir, I understand."
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Time skip brought to you by Auditor's fatass
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"Tsk. How did I not notice that you were a spy this whole time"
Auditor looked down at the dead assistant. The corpse was so fucked up that it didn't even look like a grunt.
He slowly went back to his desk and sat down. He sat there for a few seconds before slamming the table with his fist, breaking it down the middle. Papers were flying everywhere.
"DAMN IT. IF ONLY I FOUND OUT SOONER, MAYBE THE BASE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN DESTROYED, GETTING RID OF ANY EVIDENCE."
He sighed from frustration. He now had more work piled upon him, along with a broken table that needed to be fixed desperately.
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Fanfic[cover art by ???, rendered by me] (Y/N) was a failed clone. They were too small and frail to be an agent that fights the mercenaries of Nevada or to be a grunt slaving away at the agency, carrying items and weaponry. The Auditor decided for them...
