Agent 3: Execution

"And now for some big breaking news: Hugh Ward, who has been identified as the Octarian leader of the Underdogs terrorist group, the same terrorist group that has allegedly shot up multiple locations within Inkopolis, including the Inkopolis Bank, has been found deceased yesterday. Jessica Murdock, who has infamously been known as Agent 3 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, was found on the scene, and has been brought into custody by Detective Grant Johnson, who has since been promoted to Sergeant for the act. Sergeant Johnson denied our request for comment."

As the news went on into more detail about the incident, Deangelo sighed angrily, with a drink in his hand. "Turn it off!"

The female Octoling in the room nodded and went to the turn the TV off, and he turned away from it. His face was still a bit swollen from his last encounter with Jessica, and he was in a lot of pain. Regardless, he still brought the drink to his mouth and downed it, groaning, before casually filling it back up.

"...Sir? May I suggest-" She tried to bring up.

"You don't have to say anything." He sighed. "...Ward built an empire... then he forgot his head on the way out the door, and everything we've worked on collapses to dust... even Ayesha's gone, for fuck's sake."

"...So what do you think we should do?"

"...We're gonna have to leave the city. Before the police find out about us."

"...To where?"

"I don't know. But we're packing up!" He shouted so that hopefully everyone else could hear him as he walked out of his office. "I want everything we own here loaded up onto trucks! The Underdogs are done, but our work will still live on!"

"Yes, sir!" Some other Octolings replied before they got to work.

"Sir..." His assistant followed him. "What about the nanotech weapon?"

"Load that up, too. We're taking it with us."

"It's heavy."

"Then figure it out."

She nodded and walked away, although she didn't make it too far. Deangelo was staring out the window into the afternoon view, sipping his drink some more, when a gunshot sounded, followed the sound of splattering ink. He jumped and looked.

"Hey!" Some other Octolings tried to apprehend the intruding shooter, but were unable to do much before they were quickly gunned down by the high-pressure charger. Soon, there wasn't anyone standing in his way, as everyone else stood down in fear.

Deangelo gulped and held his arms up in surrender when he saw the shooter walking straight for him, stepping out of the shadows. "...You again..." He sighed when he saw his face.

Daniel stood in front of him, his face covered with the bled ink of his victims, as he stared him down with a psychotic look in his eyes. He was wearing a suicide vest, to keep anyone from firing at him. And he wasn't alone; Vanessa stepped out of the shadows as well, shyly standing next to her new partner.

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Meanwhile

Tenta-General Hospital

It had been a long, nearly sleepless day for Johnson, who was operating on only a 30 minute nap, some food, and coffee. When he arrived at the hospital, he quickly noticed that it was being swarmed by press who had heard about Jessica's arrest, who were being kept at bay by security. He sighed and, although it took a few minutes, pushed his way past the crowd and was soon let inside.