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[color=00aeef][h1][center]New York City.[/center][/h1]
[h2][center]Agency of Paranormal and Meta Human Containment.[/center][/h2]
[h3][center]Dining Area.[/center][/h3][/color]

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[color=00aeef][i]Light Pistol[/i][/color]
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A light and fast handgun designed primarily for lightly armored targets.
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[color=00aeef][i]Electro Bullets - Light Pistol[/i][/color]
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Angelo's most common form of ammunition. Electro Bullets do not physically harm the target, but rather stuns them with high voltage which causes fainting.
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[hider=Mission Briefing]
[color=00aeef]Type:[/color]
Protect and Monitor.

[color=00aeef]Subject:[/color]
Benjamin Reeves.

[color=00aeef]Current Threat Level:[/color]
Low.

[color=00aeef]Recommended Arsenal:[/color]
Light Weaponry.
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Going through the papers halfheartedly while mainly focusing on his food, Anglo filed through various documents laid out before him. As the oldest surviving member of the Agency, and one of its original Agents, Angelo had been tasked with tutoring and taking care of newly acquired supernatural beings. Acquired was perhaps the wrong word, rather discovered would fit the situation better. Indeed, the Agency was a secret organization hidden within the law enforcement of New York City, parading about as an elite detective force akin to the FBI or CIA. What they truly were however, was something more. They did not focus neither effort nor resource on everyday crime, or even human crime for that matter. While exceptions are a part of every story, the Agency of Paranormal and Meta Human Containment focuses mainly on the supernatural threats hiding within the shadows of New York. Stretched out across the country, the Agency can be found deep within every major city, operating behind the scenes as a small but efficient force hidden from the plain view. 

Shutting down supernatural threats through lethal means is a common outcome, however one would be a fool to think it the only purpose of the Agency. More often than not, a much more preferable outcome, the Agency subdues its target in hopes of finding a non-lethal solution to the issue at hand. Supernatural entities are often misunderstood, lost, afraid and alone. It is a dangerous combination which often leads to a feral beast. Angelo, being a field Agent by choice rather than a leader despite his original involvement in the Agency, detests unnecessary bloodshed, seeing it as little more than incompetence. Though the man is quite easy going, laid back and carefree, one should not assume him lax. “His name is Ben.” Layla commented, narrowing her eyes on the middle easterner. 

[color=00aeef]“Say what now?”[/color] Angelo blinked, seemingly confused.

“The boy you’re going to take care of. His name is Ben. Try to pay attention, will you?” Layla sighed, rubbing her forehead for briefly, tapping one of the documented piles on the sleek, metallic table. The Agency’s headquarters would remind a viewer quite heavily of a highly technological facility designed to contain the abnormal. 

[color=00aeef]“Oh, right.”[/color] Angelo chuckled, waving it off. [color=00aeef]“Don’t worry, I’ve read through that.”[/color] He replied, pushing the now empty plate aside. [color=00aeef]“Kid was bit by a werewolf, Casper saved him. Now I’m going to make sure he doesn’t go nomming on people.”[/color]

“Well, you’ve got the gist of it.” Layla finished, crossing her arms.

[color=00aeef]“Rich kid, down on his luck, has a dick for a dad, isn’t the jolliest boy on the block.”[/color] Angelo rubbed the back of his head, going through the documents once more to refresh his otherwise worthless memory. [color=00aeef]“He sounds like a jar of sunshine.”[/color] The Agent clicked his fingers against the table’s metallic surface as he continued to read. [color=00aeef]“He owns a car? Come on, I didn’t have a car at sixteen. Kids today…” [/color]

“Did cars even exist when you were sixteen?” Layla pitched in, a soft smirk crossing her lips as she spoke. It was not uncommon to joke about Angelo’s actual age, despite his young appearance of a late teen or young adult. 

[color=00aeef]“Of course they did! We called them horses.”[/color] In truth, there were times when Angelo missed the old days. Things were simpler back then. [color=00aeef]“And here we go. If Ben fails to control his puppy side, I’m tasked to kill him. They don’t pull any punches, do they?”[/color] Angelo reached blindly for the cup of hot chocolate on the table, finally grabbing hold of it after a few failed attempts.

“Come now.” Leyla shot back. “They worded it better than that, at least.”

[color=00aeef]“Oh, yeah. ‘If the subject fails to control his impulses, Agent Angelo D’Montes, Codename ‘Venator’, is tasked with neutralizing the threat.’ We’ll have a shitstorm up our alley if this kid dies, y’all know that, right?”[/color] Given how Ben was the son of a highly influential and wealthy individual, his situation was a touch more fragile than what was common. 

“On the plus side, he’s got you as his Guardian.” 

[color=00aeef]“Why, thank you.”[/color] Angelo winked at his co-worker teasingly. [color=00aeef]“He’s not the first puppy I’ve taught to eat from a bowl, but werewolves are always the hardest.”[/color] Letting the papers fall back to the table, Angelo shifted his attention to another matter. [color=00aeef]“And about this ragtag group Casper brought with him.”[/color] 

“The mercenaries.” Layla nodded softly, placing her hands on her lap. “They happened upon him during the mission. The higher-ups have however decided to use Hudson as an extended measure.” There were areas, mainly in public, where the Agency refrained from setting foot to avoid attention. Having Hudson working for them would remove that restriction. “They just need to be taught what’s what about the paranormal.” 

[color=00aeef]“And I assume I am going to have to babysit them?” [/color]The Agent grinned. Given his experiences, Angelo was often tasked to monitor new recruits. 

“You’ll be busy with Ben, but given how you will remain in the public eye as his classmate-…” 

Nearly choking on his drink, Angelo coughed violently before standing, the chair behind him nearly falling from place. [color=00aeef]“What!?” [/color]

“Oh, no one told you?” Layla grinned, obviously knowing how the Agent would respond to her words. 

[color=00aeef]“No!”[/color] Angelo shot back, his hands on the table as he glared daggers at his associate.

“You have the looks for it.” She continued calmly. “He’s in High School. You can pass for seventeen, and you’ll be able to have an eye on him. Hudson will also work in public, meaning you’ll have a close enough relationship to them as well.” Cold and calculated, Layla wasn’t exactly known for being sensitive.

[color=00aeef]“I’m going to [i]school[/i]?”[/color] Angelo frowned, quite stuck on the notion.

“Yes.” 

[color=00aeef]“School.”[/color] He repeated.

“School.” Layla confirmed.

[color=00aeef]“I am going to [b][i]school[/i][/b].” [/color]

“You seem to understand.” Layla finished, ascending to her feet. “The werewolf survived and managed to escape. He might come after Ben, so make sure you’re always armed.” 

[color=00aeef]“I am always armed.”[/color] Angelo sighed, forcing himself to come to terms with his new assignment. This was going to be an adventure he wouldn’t soon forget. He had never even gone to school in the current century. Reading up on historical events he was a part of would be interesting, though.