Back at MIB, agents of all kinds clapped for the collection of the weapon, and for you, H, and M. The praise was not unusual to you, but instead made you wish your brother was beside you, receiving the praise as well...
"Let's keep this safe, shall we?" T held up the weapon, before a woman carrying a black case approached, opening it so T could place the weapon inside. "Saunder, inform the Jababian embassy, we have the weapon." You stood back, looking at your shoes as T talked to M, but then he turned to you.
"13, come here." You approached him, keeping your head up.
"Yes, sir?"
"Your brother would be very proud of you. You've done well here, 13. And I believe that you can go even further."
"Of course, sir."
"Enjoy this moment. They never last." And with that, T walked off, and you thought.
"What are the odds of this?" you mumbled. You always knew something was off about when H saved the world before, but him saving the world TWICE was just strange. H and M both walked towards you, probably realizing the same thing you were.
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Uhhh..." M paused.
"Something's wrong," you told them.
"That's what I was thinking," M nodded.
"I said to the Dyads we'd do anything to save our world..." H thought out loud.
"They said they would, too," finished M.
"So there's a possibility that they needed the weapon not for the Hive, but to use against the Hive."
"But the mutations... High T showed us the samples," said M. H pulled out a device and a hologram popped up.
"Agent H, bring up the Dyad forensic report." The hologram swiped through files,before stopping on one that said File Deleted.
"Who has the authority to make a case file disappear?" Your eyes went wide as you walked off, with H and M stated at her curiously.
"13? 13!" H called, beckoning M to follow. "13, what are you thinking?"
"High T."
"High T? But, why would you think him?" M asked.
"How did he know we were in Naples?"
M pulled a pocket watch out of her pocket and held it up. "He was probably tracking us. This has a chip inside it."
"Most likely." The sliding doors opened, and you approached the desk. "We need to see the confiscated Jababian weapon. Now."
"Not possible," the woman smiled.
"Not possible? I'm the senior agent on this case!" H exclaimed. "Let's make it possible. Where's the weapon?" The woman pulled out the case, opening the lid to reveal the empty contents. You growled softly before heading out of the room.
"I think he's been chasing it the entire time. High T's the mole. He's gotta be," M said.
"A mole for who? Where would he take it?" H questioned.
"Paris," you and Agent C said in unison.
"My guess would be Paris," C continued. "I knew all along that something was off. I thought he was covering for you, but it turns out, it was him. He was hiding his own tracks."
"Gotta be an explanation. M, 13, come on."
"I'm coming with you."
"No, C."
"Hey, hey. Come on, now. This isn't about you."
"I know, I agree."
"Okay, can we get going? We need to catch him, like, now," you said.
"13 is right. Go on ahead, I'll be right there." You and M began walking off as H told one last thing to C before hurrying after you and M. The three of you raced down to the garage. M and H looked at H's destroyed car, while you instantly went to uncover one of the newer cars. You got in the driver's seat, and before the door shut, called out: "Get in!" H climbed in the passenger's seat as M got in the back. You stepped on the gas, speeding out of the garage and onto the empty street.
"There should be a big red button around here, somewhere," H announced.
"Yes! Push the red button!" Pawny grinned.
"Found it!" M stated, reaching up and pressing the button. A soft beep filled the air before the car started to accelerate and change into some sort of flying machine. You cheered as the car soared into the night sky, leaving a quiet street behind.
A/N: Yay!! Another update!!! I hope you all are enjoying this story, and I will update again, I just wanted to give you guys some more content to read!! Anyways, I hope you're enjoying this book!!! Byeee!!!
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FanfictionY/n L/n, or Agent 13, is the only numbered agent in the whole of MIB, and the smartest. Everyone looks up to her, even Agent H. Everyone wants to be your friend, everyone wants to work with you. But, you strictly work alone. The last time you were w...