Agent 17 stared into the night, the city lights flickering in the distance. Li Chen's image lingered in his thoughts, a puzzle with missing pieces. The clandestine observation had only deepened the enigma. He yearned for answers, yet he was trapped in the labyrinth of secrecy.
As the cold wind swept through the empty streets, Agent 17 couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the cusp of a revelation. The ember of his cigarette glowed briefly before joining the darkness, mirroring the unresolved queries that burned within him.
His introspection was abruptly shattered by the shrill ring of his phone. With a sigh, he answered, a curt "hello" slipping through his lips.
"The client is getting agitated, 17," the voice on the other end remarked, urgency cutting through the line.
Agent 17, unfazed, replied, "Chill. The mission will be completed."
"Don't tell me to chill," the man retorted sharply. "You've never taken this long to finish a job."
