Surreptitious Agent
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"Never forget your mission, Agent C. It's important we know every minor detail, and whatever Clara is planning-we want to stop her before it happens. Maryam is in trouble indeed, so protect her at all costs."
"Wouldn't acquaint her make things easier?" Aunt Ate hesitates. "I'm not fully aware of what her compatibility is, but if you wish to do this, just be careful, Agent C."
I nod, saluting.
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