As the quartet happily indulged in a cozy fondue dinner, Leopold brought over the documents from headquarters.

Peering through the empty doorway, Leopold hesitated, unsure whether to enter.

He texted Anna: [Where are you guys?]

Anna, who had not quite finished chewing her lamb, hit the voice message button, “On a mission, gotta stick to Ms. Vivienne like glue.”

Vivienne said, “Just drop the stuff off, and don’t be a nuisance. You mess up the deal, I’ll break your legs.”

Percival added his own threat, “I’ll dislocate your arm.”

Thomas kept it simple, “Good luck, man!”

Listening to the sounds of bubbling fondue, fizzing sodas, and the stubborn mastication of lamb, Leopold was in disbelief.

Was this really a mission?

This was sheer torture!

But he had no choice; he had to deliver the documents quickly.

Griffin had already sent a reminder in the Little Bombs group chat – a special group Vivienne had created for convenience.

With no other option, Leopold donned a mask and hat, covering himself completely, and entered Griffin’s home.

The evening was setting in, and Griffin had only a desk lamp on, leaving the main lights off.

Three different-colored pens lay strewn across documents, each marking various annotations.

Leopold cleared his throat gently, but Griffin showed no reaction.

He moved closer and tapped Griffin’s head with the documents, “Hey, the papers…”

“Ah!”

Bam!

as he staggered backward and

open his left

there, casually perusing the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind

the one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How else was I supposed to hide my

“Since when did you

have the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your

“It’s pouring rain, and the cops

what? Why would they

it were the most obvious thing in the

just maybe, help me out

smirked. “Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing

finally settling on

if he

stomach began to rumble. He tapped the

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, “Help

noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside

ask, “Is

me here, so I make

felt

Griffin seemed much thinner

course, she would be on a

take better

find Griffin with headphones

stretched out on the floor under the light, falling across

licked his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge

sat on the couch, wolfing down the

eating, the rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed off on

carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens

noodles were

“You’re working too

approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s head dropped, and Leopold caught

a little flushed, and so was

her into a more comfortable position on the couch,

instant noodles, he tossed it

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