Zeus and Lucy arrived at the mission center, their footsteps resonating in the quiet, dimly lit hall. As they entered, the once casual atmosphere among the officers behind the desk shifted abruptly.
Conversations died down, and the officers' gazes snapped toward the newcomers, noting the imposing presence of the duo.
Approaching the mission desk, Zeus, with his powerful and commanding aura, stepped forward. His voice, deep and authoritative, sliced through the silence. "We've completed the mission."
The officer behind the desk, a seasoned veteran, looked up, momentarily taken aback by the sheer confidence radiating from Zeus. Before he could respond, Lucy stepped forward, her expression as cold as ice, and placed a burlap sack on the counter.
The officer hesitated, then gingerly opened the sack. His eyes widened in shock as the severed head of Bork, the infamous terrorist, rolled out onto the counter.
