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Agents Lance and (Y/N) return from the attack with Kimura and the mysterious robot hand man. They enter the meeting room, Lance praising himself about the whole escape.
"Mission accomplished." Lance smiles, placing the silver briefcase on the table, (Y/N) straightening her suit.
Three military commanders sit across from the door, but nonetheless watch the spectacular agents attend in the room. "Oh, man, I'm telling you, it was one of my best." Lance praises, walking towards the table with a coffee machine and four coffee cups.
(Y/N) follows after, the younger military commander's eyes follow (Y/N)'s steps, a lovestruck gaze boring towards her.
"I was on fire." Lance grabs the coffee pot and pours himself a cup of coffee.
"I helped you. Remember?" (Y/N) says as she recalls coming to his aid when he was alone, the man rolling his eyes in response.
"Yeah, Yeah. You were okay. But me? Fighting, explosions, tons of witty catchphrases." Lance continues to brag, (Y/N) rolling her eyes and grabbing herself a cup of (H/D).
"Lance? (Y/N)?" Joy calls their names, (Y/N) turns and sees the M-9 assassin not in it's briefcase.
"I had to jump through a helicopter." Lance motions his hands around, waving them until Joy and (Y/N) call his name again.
"Lance?" They both say in unison. (Y/N)'s eye brows furrow together in confusion and concern, looking back at him.
Lance stammers and stutters in delight and excitement, motioning his story and then taking a sip from his cup of coffee. "Right?" He says hoping they agreed, but instead is met with Joy and (Y/N) calling for his attention again.
"Lance!" They say, Lance turns around in his chair, rolling towards the table. He looks up at Joy, the edge of his cup kissing his plump lips. "Hmm?" He hums, meeting Joy's unhappy face.
Joy spins the case around for them see the inside of the case, "Can you both please tell me you have an explanation for why this is empty." She tilts her head with her arms crossed.
Lance and (Y/N) look at each other with concern. Lance slowly placing down his coffee cup on the table, his brows pulled together down.
"I know why." A females voice echos in the room. Joy, Lance, (Y/N) and the three military commanders turn their heads in surprise, not expecting another person to be in the meeting.
