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The midday sun bakes the suburban pavement outside Victim's residence. Agent Smith stands there, his face twisted in a scowl as he grips a paycheck that has been doubled for this specific assignment. "Do I seriously have to babysit?" he asks, his voice flat. Hazard gives a slow, indifferent shrug; for him, the money is the only justification needed. Pixel is hunched over, squinting at the photo Victim emailed, his lips curling into a smug comment—until Primal's hand comes down in a thunderous slap across his head. "THAT IS A CHILD!" Primal roars. Pixel lets out a yelp, clutching his head. "Chill! I was joking!" Hazard's voice cuts through the noise, reminding them that the boss has strictly forbidden any sweets. Agent lets out a heavy, exhausted sigh. "I just hope they aren't some whini…