Chapter Text
One week earlier…
“How booooooring…” Charmy said as the bee Mobian floated around. There were very little things to do into that small apartment/office. The place consisted into only four rooms: a bathroom, two bedrooms (one that the adults shared while the younger one had one only for himself), and a living room/dining room/kitchen. They didn’t had a tv (well, they had it, but it was broken, and they still lacked the money to fix it), and there were little books in the place. Charmy had already read all of the comic books he had, and now he was in the power of boredom.
In the same room, Espio was sitting into the ground into lotus position, with his hands resting on his knees and in the classic position to meditation. His breath was steady as he tried to use it to help him relax and focus his attention, so he could train himself, and even use it to pass time. It was really effective for all of these goals, but it was hard to actually focus with Charmy complaining due to the boredom. But truth was that Espio could not really blame him.
“Yes, things had been really slow lately.” Espio said, as his eyes were still close and he was still focusing into the closest thing he could of a meditation. “We haven’t had any clients. That worries me.”
That was truth, usually they would have at least one or two clients per week, and they would pay only enough for them to live their lives. They would usually have enough to pay for their rent, for their bills, and for their food, and occasionally some small luxuries.
Still, in the past ten days, they hadn’t had a single client. Their current earnings were very low, and that was something that worried Espio, who was usually impossible to shake.
“Our money is low since the event of two days ago.” Espio said aloud as he continued to focus, and he added, “What do you think of that, Vector?”
There was only the sound of the outsides of their apartment, and the buzzing of Charmy’s wings. Not an answer to his question.
“Vector?” Espio said, opening one eye and looking over his shoulder in direction to the crocodile.
Vector was on his usual spot on his office table, reclined in his chair and with his feet into it. He had his headphones into his ears (or earholes, if you preferred to call them that), with one end of their plug connected to a stereo, which was clearly on, despite not emitting any sound. Vector had his eyes closed and his head was bobbing in the rhythm of a music as the crocodile was humming along with the song.
Espio sighed, his head dropping to the ground, and he shook it slightly. He raised his head again, his eyes closed, and took a deep breath before exhaling, and then, with a move of his body, gracious and yet very efficient, he made a back flip that covered the whole room.
Charmy let out a surprised yelp as the chameleon crossed his way into the air, before landing into the office table nearly without making sound.
Vector continued what he was doing, with his eyes closed, oblivious to Espio, who looked at him. At least until Espio pulled one of the phones out of his earholes, and he nearly screamed, “Are you even listening!?”
“GAH!” Vector screamed in surprise as he fell of his chair and into his butt in the ground, his headphones staying up in the air, before they fell into his head, making him let out an “OUCH!”
Vector took a few seconds to recover, getting up and looking at the chameleon, with his headphones now positioned into his neck, as he looked at him with a not amused expression. “Why do you always do that?”
Espio ignored the question, for he already had answered it many times in the past, and still, it seemed to have no effect into the crocodile, who continued to do so. Instead, he said, “Vector, we don’t have a client in days, and I’m getting worried about it.”
Vector looked at him, as Espio continued, “We already used a lot of money to pay for the damages that we caused into that incident two days ago, and this morning the money was barely enough to buy food. In a little more than a week, we will have to pay rent, and I don’t think that the money we have will be enough to pay. We have to find another case to solve, and one that pays well, otherwise, we might need to find another place to live.”
Vector looked over at Espio, still rubbing his backside, and he knew that the chameleon was right. They had been into a dry season of cases lately. It seemed that less people were coming to them these days, and now this was being feel into their pockets. Eight days from there was going to be the day to pay rent, and unless they handed to their landlord all of the money for rent, they were going be kicked out with the little belongings they had and they would have to search for another place to live. The fact they wouldn’t have an office, by itself, was going to make it even harder for them to find some suitable case.
They were surely into difficulties, and Vector knew it well.
However, the crocodile only sighed as he sat back on the desk, and he looked at the chameleon, and he simply raised his arms to the sides, as if to signal at the room. “And what exactly do you expect me to do? To do some mumbo jumbo and bring forth clients to us?”
Espio looked at him, and Vector continued, “I might be a little alligator by my mother’s side, but I’m not good in that whole voodoo thing. Still, I guess I could give it a try, you just need you to find me a few chickens, an altar, and a few black candles.”
Espio rolled his eyes, and he said, “Vector, I’m serious, we need more clients.”
“I’m serious too, Espio!” Vector said, and he added, “What, do you think that I don’t care that we will have to be homeless? Of course I do! But there is nothing I can do! The clients are not coming, well, that is it! We can’t just force them to come! We are not very famous, and there are many more detective agencies into the city, these guys are stealing our clients! There is really nothing to be done about that!”
With this said, Vector laid back on the chair, with his arms behind his head resting it, while Espio looked at him.
The chameleon hated to admit it, but that was one of the cases in which Vector as completely right.
The Chaotix, as their team was known by nearly everyone in town (well, everyone who heard of them), were not exactly the best detective agency around, in fact, there were many other detective agencies around, many of them with a rate of success bigger than the Chaotix Detective Agency. Some of them actually were on their very same city block, and they actually could make a better advertising than the Chaotix, and they were stealing some of their best clients.
There was very little that the Chaotix could do about this, once they had no right or way of preventing other detective agencies from running their business, and neither they could invest into advertising or some better equipment for running their business, once they barely had enough money to pay for their current bills.
Still, Espio could not avoid thinking that they maybe could find a way to solve this situation if they actually put their gear in action and got into work. This was due to his own past and personality, once being so much time without doing anything and without doing anything that would be productive, started to make him feel useless, and that was something that Espio was not as good as dealing with as his leader.
Sighing, he got down from the table, as Vector put his headphones back on, and continued to hear his music, seemingly without any kind of worry due to their current monetary situation. However, that confident and worriless front hid the fact that Vector indeed was deeply worried about their current situation.
They had already to start rationing food in order to save it and to save the money that they could use the next meal. Not to mention that pretty soon they were going to have to pay rent, and if they didn’t, they would be kicked out and they would have to find another place to stay. The idea of being left homeless was something that made Vector disturbed, especially considering that it was very likely that little Charmy was going to end up with them.
It had been very hard for Vector and Espio to be able to raise Charmy on their own. The young bee having been an interesting addition to the lives of the two single detectives ever since their first meeting. It had been a difficult adaptation, but they managed to be able to create an ambient that was stable enough for the young bee to be able to live with them in their house, and even to be a part of their detective team.
The idea of having to take the bee with them to the streets in order to be able to search for another place to live into, was something that disturbed Vector deeply. Both because of the future of the young bee, as because this could very well give some other animals the reasons to go into the justice and force the young bee to go to some orphanage in order to give him to a more stable home.
Well, what there was to say? Vector had grew attached to that small, hyperactive bee, and so did Espio, even though the chameleon didn’t quite demonstrate it openly.
“Well, I guess we can only wait.” Vector said, shrugging as he reclined back on his chair. “We relax and try to occupy our minds, maybe find something fun to do. Maybe the next job will just knock on our doors when we last expect.”
Just as Vector finished saying these words, there was a knock in the door.
The crocodile and chameleon both shared a look as they looked at the door.
Espio was the one who got off the table and walked to it, and answered the door. His expression turned into one of annoyance, as he said: “Oh, it is you.”
Yeah, he knew the one who was on the other end of the door. Standing there, was a rhinoceros with a dark-grey coloration on his body and an ivory horn in his snout. He was wearing a clothing that consisted into a leather jacket over his body with designs of flame, and a pair of boots, also made of leather, this one from a reptile, and he also had two chains, one around his neck, as a collar, and other around his waist, as a belt. His big and strong arms were cross in front of his chest, while he had a harsh expression on his crimson eyes.
“Do you have my money yet?” The rhino said, walking past the chameleon and into the office/house of the Chaotix team without being invited and seemingly not caring what the others would say.
“Good morning to you too, Mike.” Vector said, and his expression was annoyed, much like Espio’s.
“Good morning, Mister Mike.” Charmy said, polite and charming as always, but Mike, the rhino, seemed not to care about that.
“I want my money! The money that you three own me after what happened two days ago!” The rhino said, pointing at each one of them accusingly as he spoke.
The members of the Chaotix could only roll their eyes at the rhino, as Espio was the one to speak. “We don’t have money, Mike.” He got the rhino’s attention as he said that, “We have been facing troubles lately.”
“You and half of this neighborhood, me included!” The rhino shot back at him. “Still, I pay all of my debts, and so should you! I want the money to pay back the things that you wrecked!”
“We didn’t ‘wrecked’ anything.” Vector said, “Stop being dramatic.”
“My sofa was in so much pieces that they could have used it as confetti!” The rhino shot back.
He was being dramatic, and everyone in there knew it. Still, they had to admit that the sofa was not in a very nice state after that incident.
“We didn’t mean to do it.” Charmy said, “It was an accident.”
“Still you did it! And the police officers agreed that it was your fault!”
“They also agreed that it was fault of the guy who thought it was a good idea to put a lawn mower in the middle of the street!” Vector shot back at him, “And you came to us instead of going to that jerk on the other side of the street! Come on Mike, admit it, you just don’t like us, and you are loving to have a chance to get money out of us!”
Mike snorted at him. He was bigger than Vector by around one and a half feet, and he was muscled, but still it did not intimidated Vector in the slightest, who continued to look at him with anger on his eyes. It was no secret that Mike had trouble with the Chaotix ever since they had lived and worked in that neighborhood, and that the rhino seemed to actually like to cause them problem.
“You have exactly seven days, starting right now, to pay back the money for my damage.” The rhino said, reaching out for something into his jacket, and pulling out a piece of paper. “It is all here.” He said as he slammed it into Vector’s table. “If you don’t pay, you will hear from me.” He said, and he walked out the door, with Espio closing it right behind him.
“Why is he so mean?” Charmy asked, and Vector fought the urge to give at least twenty-seven different answers, due to not wanting Charmy to learn anything that was inappropriate. Instead, Vector only picked up the paper in which Mike had wrote down what they “owned” him.
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me!” Vector said as he looked at it. “There is no way that the old rug he had costed so much! That thing was a piece of old cloth! And he never even had a sound equipment! All he had was an old phonograph that my grandmother would have not wanted!”
Espio sighed, as he already knew the drill. Mike was a wall of muscle, but he was too coward to come and face someone in a brawl unless they were much smaller and weaker than him. Of course, it was not the case of Vector and neither Espio, once they both could put that rhino on his place in less than five minutes, each one on their own way. Still, he was able to make some noise when there was the need, especially in cases like that.
Now, however, the situation was one in which he could prove to people that he had suffered some loss in money because of them, and this gave him a legal right to be able to take money from them. This was a situation that he surely loved it.
“‘Emotional stress’!?” Vector said aloud as he continued to read the bill that Mike had gave them. “What emotional stress!? The guy was asleep when it all happened! And it wasn’t even on his own house! He just want to get as much from us as he possibly can!”
“And he probably will.” Espio said, “He can actually prove that we destroy his property, there are witnesses, you remember?”
Vector growled, tossing the paper on his desk as he reclined. “That lowlife, he could at least give us a little break. Why he has such a great problem with us?”
“Maybe because you dated his girlfriend for two days after we moved in, and she dumped him because of you.” Espio said, “And there is also the fact that she didn’t wanted to go back at him after you both broke up.”
“Bah, I just made her realize that she deserved better than that guy.” Vector said as he reclined. “He can’t blame me that the girl finally developed self-esteem and decided to go find herself a real man. Even if this one was not me.”
Espio sighed, and he picked the list that was Mike’s bill. He eyed him, and he could already say that the combine value of everything would result in almost twice the value of their rent. Yeah, Mike was definitely trying to gain as much as he could from this situation; Espio had to agree with his crocodile friend in that.
However, this did not changed the fact that they had to pay it if they wanted to avoid more trouble. They needed a new job. And the needed it fast.
Another knocking on the door.
Vector groaned loudly as the door was knocked. “Great heavens, what does he wants now!?” Vector got up and walked in direction to the door.
“What!? You dumb bag of muscles?” He called out as he walked. “Have you forgotten to add the price of that golden stick up your-”
Vector was about to say something that Charmy was not supposed to hear, but luckily, he stopped on his tracks when he opened the door and gave a good look on the Mobian that was standing on the other side. This one was not Mike, the rhino, of that much Vector surely knew.
This one was a little smaller, and had much less muscle. He was covered in feathers of brown and black feathers, and he had red crests both in his head and in the lower part of his beak. His eyes were of a green coloration. He was wearing a white suit on his body, with a golden watch around his left wrist, and his talons on the feet were covered in black bandages, that were supposed to take the place of his shoes, which most Mobians usually wore as a covering in the feet. In his face, balanced in the beak, the rooster Mobian had a pair of glasses which lenses actually seemed like magnifying glass.
Vector looked down at the avian in front of him, and after a few moments, he asked: “Who the heck are you?”
“Is this the office of the ‘Chaotix Detective Agency’?” He asked in a nasalize voice.
“Yes, it is.” Vector answered.
“May I come in?” He asked again, and he didn’t even wait for Vector to answer to snake his way inside by passing under the arm of the crocodile.
“Hey!” Vector said, as the other two member of his team looked at the newcomer, who was carrying something under his arm as he looked around, and he soon was walking in direction to Vector’s desk, without caring to ask for permission or even to talk to the ones around him.
“Oh, who is this?” Charmy asked, while Espio looked at the newcomer with a raised eyebrow.
The rooster placed what he was carrying in the desk and opened it, revealing it to be a laptop. Or something very similar to it. He pressed a button, and the portable computer started to turn on.
“Okay, you have five seconds to say who you are and why are you breaking into our office!” Vector said to him, being clearly pissed that someone was barging in their house without being invited.
The rooster turned to him and he said: “My name is Roosty Chickson. I’m here in name of the Network Age Company.”
“Network Age?” Vector asked, “Wait, it isn’t the guys who make computers and other electronic things?”
“Network Age Company is currently one of the most important and influent organizations in the industry of the computer and programming in the country, with a current annual budget of ten digits.” The rooster said, as if he was repeating something from an information letter, his nasalize voice was adding to make it seem like he was one of those people in the tours who gave information.
“Yeah, these guys.” Vector said. “What do they want with us? Are you selling their things from door to door? Because this is the case just you know that we don’t have money to buy anything. We are in a lot of problems now, and the last thing we want is to have to deal with someone coming to our door wanting to sell-”
“They want to hire your services.” The rooster said, interrupting Vector and making a silence fall into the room for a few seconds, as the members of the Chaotix absorbed what had just been said.
“Excuse me?” Vector asked, still looking at him.
“Network Age Company is in a situation that requires the work of a detective agency. The Chaotix Detective Agency has been select to pay these services.” The rooster said, in a monotone tone. “You see, I’m not here to sell anything. I’m here to tell you that the agency that I work for want to hire you.”
There was another silence after that, and after a while, Charmy said:
“Y-you mean… we have a job?”
“Well, yes, if you-” The rooster started to say, but he was interrupted when Vector suddenly lunged at him and started to carry him on his arm.
“Why didn’t you said so!?” The crocodile said in a rush as he carried him to the chair and landed him in there. “Here! Make yourself at home! Do you want anything? Some coffee? Some biscuits? I’m pretty sure we have some! Espio! Start making some darn coffee!” Vector had a big fake smile on his face as he talked to a possible client, the first one they had in days, and in a moment when they really needed.
“We have a job!” Charmy said, celebrating as he flew around. “We have a job! An actual job! And the clients are rich!”
Espio was the only one who was absolutely calm with the situation, and he looked at the rooster, who seemed a bit stunned for having been suddenly picked up and carried from the ground and into a chair. Espio was far more composed than the other two, and he only looked at the rooster with the same kind of mistrust that he did with everyone who he had just met, a result of his years of training and of living on his own before joining the Team Chaotix.
“I-I…” The rooster said, as he tied to recover. “I… want nothing… I just came here to give the message. I guess that Mr. Lioner can give you more information about the job.”
“Lioner?” Espio asked, and the rooster looked at him and said:
“The CEO of Network Age Company. He is the owner of absolutely everything, and he is the one who is actually hiring your services.”
“Oh, that is great!” Vector said, “So, when he is coming?”
“I’m already here.” Said a new voice. “Well, not exactly.”
The Chaotix all stopped what they were doing, and looked around in the search of the source of that new voice.
“Who said that?” Vector asked and Espio was in all attention as he searched for the voice that wasn’t there.
“The name is Lioner, CEO and founder of the Network Age Company.”
“Why can’t we see you?” Charmy asked as he flew around, looking to all sides. He let out a small gasp. “Are you invisible? That is so cool!”
“Ahem… If you could all take a look at the laptop…” the voice said, and the members of the Team Chaotix finally realized that the sound was coming of the laptop on the table.
Gathering on it, they looked at the screen, to look at a lion that was appearing in there. The Mobian lion was wearing a very expansive navy-blue suit with a red tie around his neck, with a very busy and imposing dark mane around his neck and head. His eyes were golden colored, and the soft-sand coloration of his face helped make it pop, and he had a few whiskers on his face, decorating his maw, which was filled with sharp-looking fangs. He had a smile on his face as he looked back at the three other Mobians who looked back at him.
“So, this is the Chaotix, huh?” He asked as he looked at the Mobians who looked at him through the screen. “Not bad.” He said with a smile.
“Huhh, thank you?” Vector asked, a bit unsure about talking with someone through the screen of a computer. “Sorry, we are more used to talk to our clients in person.” The crocodile said, apologizing for the momentary awkwardness.
“Well, I would go in there in person if I could, but I’m a very busy Mobian.” The lion said with a smile. “So busy that I can’t afford to leave my office in the middle of the day, you will have to excuse me, but this is necessary.”
“Oh… right.” Vector said.
“So, I’m going to be as direct and clear as possible, because that is how I deal with all of my business.” The lion said, “I recently have passed by something that forces me to hire the services of a detective agency that has good skills in investigation and a very good deal of discretion, do you fit in this description, or did I contacted the wrong Mobians?”
“Oh, you came to the right Mobians!” Vector said. “We have solved every case that was presented to us ever since our inauguration!”
“And we have a lot of discretion!” Charmy said with a smile on his face, and he added right after. “And if we have missing, we can find some more!”
Vector slapped his face with his hand, and Espio only sighed as he shook his head slowly.
“Well, I guess that you will do the job.” The lion said.
“And, what would that job be?” Espio asked. “I’m sorry, but we tend to know what we are dealing with before we take on a job.”
“I see.” The lion said, and he then continued to say: “Two nights ago, there was an invasion in my company, and things were stolen. I’d like you to find who did this and to bring what was stolen back.”
“Oh, that is not that hard.” Vector said, “We can do that in one day, two tops!” He said, already looking forward to that. “Now, who we will be chasing? Elephant? Hyena? Cobra?”
“We don’t know.” The lion said, “We have no idea of the identity of this Mobian.”
“They avoided the security cameras?” Espio asked, “You have security cameras, right?”
“In this case, the thief was never actually here. Not physically, anyways.” The lion said, and this made the members of the Chaotix look at him.
“Okay, you will have to explain it better…” Vector said, and the lion complied by explaining:
“We are not talking about a case of breaking in and entering in the traditional sense.” The lion had a serious expression on his face as he explained that. “My company has the greatest development of computer and cybernetic area of the country, so it makes sense that we would make a use of it in our industry. Our computers and our own private network contains many things that are more important to us than most of our physical safes could possibly have.”
“Now, what happened was that someone has managed to hack into our system and download something from our servers. This is the kind of robbery that we can be talking about.”
There was a silence after these words, and after a while, Vector said:
“Well… I’m not sure what you want us to do in relation to this… I mean, we don’t really know much about these computer things. I owned one a time ago, but I had to sell it…”
“This is not the case of following the digital footprints.” The lion said, and he explained: “We already have a team that did this, however, we only managed to find a computer in a cyber café, and we have no real clues of who used it and why. It seems that after making the download the responsible went analogic. From that point on, we lost our ability to track them.”
The lion looked at the other three troughs the laptop, and he continued: “That is where you come in, my friends. We want you to continue from where we stopped, so you can find the one responsible and recover what was stolen from our company.”
The Chaotix shared looks, and Espio asked: “And, what exactly was stolen?”
The lion looked at them, as if evaluating, and he sighed, before speaking, resting his chin on his hands. “Due to our kind of job, our enterprise deals with a whole lots of deals, what vary from everyday enterprises and deals to military agencies. Naturally, due to this, the ones who we make deals with have to trust to us sensitive information that we use to attend to their demands and to direct our work. This hacker has downloaded a great deal of information that our clients have gave us. Basically, a great list of projects and of personal information of the clients who requested and who helped to develop this.”
“Information like…?” Espio asked, and Vector gave him a glare, as if he was going to scare the client away if he continued to do that.
The lion, however, seemed to be willing to share information, even though he was becoming uncomfortable with it. “Information like, the specifications of the dimensions of the projects, the kinds of functions they will have to be able to make. Kinds of things that can led the ones who read them to deduce information that the client might want to keep private. This kind of information, does that help you?”
“Who would steal something like that?” Charmy asked, being the impulsive kid that he was, and the lion answered:
“The list is quite big. It could be some of our rivals wanting to get ahead of us in competition, or maybe some criminal who wants to gain money over this kind of information.” The lion took a moment to stop, and he sighed, before looking at them, “Of course, we could not put aside the possibility of their intentions being darker. Some of the information that they stole is so sensitive that it would actually be considered as a matter of national security.”
This actually made the Chaotix stop and trade looks. They had dealt with some shady subjects in their history as detectives, but national security?
“If this is the case, why not go to the authorities?” Espio asked, “Surely they would offer help if you explained this to them.”
“The matter is-” The lion said, taking a deep breath, as if to keep his composure. “The matter is that this information was given to use by clients who are important, and they expected us to keep it safe and private due to contract. Now, this information has been stolen from us.”
“If the guys who trusted them to you find out that you let it be stolen then they will not be happy.” Vector concluded.
“That is the reason why we cannot go straight to the authorities with this.” The lion continued to explain to them. “We want to avoid bad publicity. So, we resorted to a service of detectives that can find the responsible and the stolen information and bring it back safely.”
“So, you can pretend that it was never stolen.” Espio said, and the lion locked eyes with him.
“Yes… that is correct.” He said, and after a few moments, he talked to the rest of the team again. “So, do you accept the job?”
“Not before one last question.” Vector said, and he looked at the lion as he spoke that. The lion perked and looked at him as the crocodile got ready to ask his question:
“How much are you gonna pay for this?”
The lion looked back at him, and the crocodile continued:
“I mean, you are asking something pretty big of us, and we cannot do something like that for free. I mean, there is a lot involved, the price got to be right.” The crocodile said, and he had a small smile on his face as he said these words.
The lion looked at him for a few moments, and he was actually able to chuckle at this.
“Yes, I assumed so.” The lion said, “Of course, I’m asking you to do something that could actually be considered a personal favor, and sure, this means that I have to reward you properly for this. So, I have been tracking the price you usually charge for your assignments, so, I was wondering, would ten times this value be a reasonable offer?”
If they were cartoon characters, Vector and Charmy’s eyes would have turned into dollar signs upon hearing that. Espio, however, was still stoic, and he actually looked at the lion with a raised eyebrow. The lion, however, either didn’t noticed or didn’t gave it any importance, for he was still looking at the leader of the team.
“So, you accept?”
“You betcha!” Vector said, “Don’t worry, we will get this guy and you will have your… information back to you in no time! And no one will ever know a thing!”
The lion smiled a toothy smile at the crocodile. “Good. Chickson will give you the information that you need to start investigating. I he will be the contact between you three and the company, and I hope to have an update soon. Good luck.” The lion said, and made a gesture as if he was pressing a button on his own laptop, and the image went black.
Immediately, the rooster Mobian closed the laptop, and he looked at the detectives as he reached in his suit and pulled out a few files, and he placed on the desk. “All the information you need is in these files, along with a disposable cellphone that will make contact directly with me. You can start the investigation as you see better, but I hope an update by the next time I contact you myself by tomorrow on this same time.”
He didn’t even wait for their answer as he grabbed the laptop and looked at them. “Please, don’t make us all regret this.” He turned around the door and walked out unceremoniously, leaving behind silence as the Chaotix looked at the door by which he walked out.
“His girlfriend must be a really luck chick.” Vector said as they looked at the door.
“This was… something…” Espio said, and Vector soon said again:
“Well, you heard guys, we need to start working!” The crocodile walked to his desk and sat, opening the files so he could start to evaluate them, and Charmy was flying right by his side, as he too was looking in the files that would guide their investigations.
Espio took a while to join them, as he was still pondering about this whole situation.
Over the years, he had developed a natural instinct that helped him to sense when a situation was wrong, and this helped him many times during his years before the Chaotix, and years after he became a member.
When it came, it was mostly a feeling than anything, but it helped him sense when a situation was something fishy.
That instinct was working now.
Espio was not able to point exactly what was making him have that sensation now, but he knew that something about the whole situation just felt wrong.
Even as Espion walked to his two teammates, and got himself to help them study the files that were given and how to use it to help them to solve the situation the best way that they could, he still had a very strong feeling that this case would affect all of them, and would affect deeply…