All of it

A Secret Unheld

We all were gathered around in the meeting room, waiting for Marc to start.

He had two large binders filled with papers on the desk. He took a piece of chalk and started.

"Our target is this man," He drew a circle over a picture of a young man who had a hood over his head and blonde hair draping over his eyes. His face was pale, and freckles covered it.

"His name is Rommie," Marc wrote the name on the board, "He's a drug dealer the governments been chasing for years-"

He was cut off as I raised my hand in the air.

"Yes, Sherry?" He asked.

"You haven't really told me what you do? Other than 'complete quests' and 'help people'," I tilted my head to the side.

"We take on quests from the government. Only a few people know we exist, most are from the government. They ask us to complete tasks they don't have time for," Corn poked his head out of the line of three cats, answering my question.

"What he said," Marc hummed.

My mouth formed an O as I nodded in understanding.

"He is 23," Marc moved on, "No family we know of. We gotta capture him, and hand him in."

Marc put the chalk down, walked around the desk and leaned against it, "Anymore questions on personal information?" He asked.

When all of us shook our heads no, Marc nodded and began walking towards Corn.

"Take it away," Marc told him, and Corn hopped off the bean bag chair and made his way over to the desk as Marc flopped onto it.

"The plan," Corn called out as he hopped on the table. He waited to reposition before he continued, "Is simple."

Corn stuck a paw out at Sam, "Sam will be eyes, Sam," He now spoke directly to Sam, "You will be on top of this building here."

Corn grasped onto a metal circular lever, and pulled, as he pulled, a white cloth presented itself, and the projector shined a light upon it which showed a map, and stuck his paw at the picture of a large building.

"Caesar, you will be here," Corn redirected his paw to a way smaller building beside the one Sam was going to be on. It was about three stories tall while Sam's building was seven.

After everyone was assigned their roles, I patiently waited for mine, but to no avail, as everyone started dispersing hurriedly to gather their things.

I stood up and grabbed Marc's shoulder, which was like trying to grab a wall ten feet above you so only my fingers reached the top of his shoulder.

"Marc," I called out. He turned to face me, "What's my job?"

"We're going to have you monitor everything just so you could see how things go, but next time, I promise you'll be included," He put his hand on top of my head and I swatted it away.

"Okay," I fake smiled. Marc only nodded uncertainly and walked towards his room.

...

After making my afternoon coffee, I pulled up a camera app on my phone that lets me see the progress made by the cats and Marc.

Sam spied, Caesar made her graceful actiony stuff where she grabbed the man through her little grappling chain, and Corn covered the mans eyes so he couldn't know who took him.

They dragged him to a secluded area, tied him, and Marc made his entry with about an hour of interrogation.

The man managed to sneak a knife, and after cutting the rope, he grazed Marc's arm. That was clearly a mistake, 'cause Marc knocked him out cold right after.