Agent 3: Execution

The Next Morning

"It was him... I'm telling you..." Jessica continued. She was currently getting ready to leave the house, getting dressed.

"How do you know?" Vanessa replied. "Because you saw someone on TV who happened to have the same hairstyle as your brother?"

"It was my brother... I'm not an idiot..."

"I'm not saying you are, Jess. Just... how can you be sure it was him?"

"Because it all makes sense. He joined the Splatoon, gave us the intel on the Underdogs, and that was when everything went to shit. Then he... he came after me... with that mask... it can't be a coincidence." She slipped on a jacket.

Vanessa sighed. She did have a point. "...Then... let me come with you."

"Why?" She zipped up a bag.

"Because if you're going back out on your Agent 3 shit then I want in. I can help you."

Jessica sighed in frustration. "One. I am not going back out on my Agent 3 shit, this is something entirely different. This is something... much more personal... to me. Second. No. You can't help, this is my business, not yours, get lost."

"...I thought your Agent 3 life was personal to you."

"...Not anymore..." She draped the backpack over her shoulder as she grabbed Vanessa's car keys from her. "I'm not Agent 3 anymore. We've been over that a million times. This is just... I have to talk to him again..."

"But this is Underdogs territory and you know that."

"I don't care... they're not by business anymore."

"Yes they are. If you're looking for Daniel and your theory is correct, then you're looking for the Underdogs. Again." She put her arms on her shoulders. "Jess... I can help you..."

Jessica stared back. "...I'd be putting you in danger."

"I don't care. Plus, come on, don't you owe me something after that great night I gave you last night?"

She rolled her eyes. "I took it from your pleasured moans that I already paid you back for that..." She stepped away, and started walking toward the door.

Vanessa looked down for a second before turning back to her. "So that's it? You're just gonna... take my car and leave me here alone? Do you even have a driver's licence?"

"Driving can't be that hard." She responded casually.

"Just let me come with you! That's all I'm asking! I can drive and ensure you don't get arrested for not having one, and I'll help you."

"...I'll be back..." Jessica finished as she disappeared out the door, ignoring her.

Vanessa sat on her couch, mumbling to herself. "...God... she's kind of a bitch..."

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It didn't take Jessica long at all to drive through the city to her destination, to the bank where the massacre took place. Her driving was of course sloppy, especially at first, and she didn't understand how exactly to navigate traffic, but she was able to manage Vanessa's car just well enough to get her there without getting into trouble.

There was still lots of smoke pouring out of the bank, and there were fire fighters and lots of police on the scene. Jessica found herself staring at the smoke a little; it was giving her flashbacks to when Daniel burned her own home down when she was a kid. She blinked and sighed, forcing her eyes off of it, before she slipped on some sunglasses and got out of the car.