The impacts of nightly escapades spread during the morning. Delayed news found its way to secret papers. Alistair was missing.
This message came a day late to tables because of recent working strikes. Law enforcement officials discovered the 'gas-explosion' late, and the spies weren't ready to admit their loss.
But their search for Alistair failed, and now Anderson Beaumont, their boss, chewed them out. They were here to report their losses. Heads held low.
"You are telling me" – His face fumed – "you let a mere child leave your sight. No, you don't even know if he was taken!?"
A pale spy stepped forward and answered, "Sir, everything was actually okay until that blast happened."
"Because it was a diversion for your stupid brain!"
"Sorry, sir," the pale man moved back, but the hand waving from Anderson stopped him in tracks. "Yes?" he inquired.
"You were the one who was on watch, right? When the blast happened?"
