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III. one of us is missing

Pierce gave me a charming smile before walking upstairs to take a shower based on the quick directions I gave him. I shook my head at nothing in particular and took a seat on the couch with my laptop pulled out. Just had the feeling that thing's were a bit odd all of a sudden, but I couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

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My eyes widened at my phone screen and I let out a flabbergasted gasp before flipping my laptop on and punching in the keys to wake it up. "Come on, come on..." I muttered a series of low chants that was really just me stressing over how to make it up to my team regarding how utterly late I was for the meeting. And the wet folder that was supposedly super important and not meant to be bathed in cloud pee.

Group Chat Name:
We're missing two fucks
Time:
1 3 : 0 0 pm

— Venus entered the chatroom —

Pooh: :D

TheReflectiveSurfaceofMySoul: OMG.

M&M: This girl taking forever to orbit back. Come on, we planned this meeting!

LO1: The hell?? Did she really just come on?

Venus: ... I can explain.

TheReflectiveSurfaceofMySoul: Well then, any day now.

_TheReflectiveSurfaceofMySoul_ changed the chatroom name to "We're missing a fuck"

Venus: I took a little detour and received the next mission. It was raining hard so I had a bit difficulty getting home. Also there was a...

LO1: a what?

[ I hesitated and played with my round night glasses. Should I really tell them about... I glanced at the stairs and heard the shower turning on. Forming a thin line on my lips, I turned back to my laptop and resumed typing. ]

Venus: —a new government official. The one that gave me the confidential files. Never seen him before. I wondered where K2 went?

M&M: A new one? When I contacted the president's ambassadors the other day they said K2 just returned to service.

LO1: ... for now, let's see the folder.

— Venus attached a file copy to the chatroom —

TheReflectiveSurfaceofMySoul: Why didn't you just take pictures? The files disappear after some time if you send it like that.

[ I scratched my head and blindly cursed at the screen. Because it's completely soaked, you dimbo. ]

Venus: Oh just shut up. There was a USB so I used it.

Pooh: :D

M&M: Pooh's right... Human trafficking. That's our next target.

[ I leaned forward and propped my elbows on my knees as I inspected my own copy of the opened files. 'Human trafficking' was typed smudgily at the top next to 'Mission Name.' Under that the 'suspected aggressor' was part of a criminal organization online. A hidden backstreet social site that lured in mainly the female and children population. Elderly and men weren't too far off as target victims either. ]