The guards at the gate looked at the reunion with smiles. The sight of family reuniting seed to lt the constantly cold guards.
After getting permission from the guards, Dunn led them to a quiet corner of the estate, out of the imdiate line of sight from any prying eyes.
Thankfully, the supervisor is tactful enough and gives them so space.
Once they were relatively secluded, Dunn's expression changed and beca more serious. "Thank you for coming all the way here. I assu you all know who I am and were briefed on the situation, right?"
The tallest of the three nodded. "Yes! What's our next move?"
Dunn looks at the tallest agent. He has seen this guy before. This man was the sa person who delivered the letter to him.
Now, Dunn finally understood what this agent's words of 'don't thank too early' and 'let's et again in the future' ant when they were at the bookstore.
Dunn smiled at the tallest agent and said, "Don't be in a hurry to do the job. I don't even know the three of you. Why don't we start with self-introduction first."
The tallest one spoke up. "I'm No. 54."
The second agent, a woman, followed. "I'm No. 45."
The third agent, a man with a nervous expression, added, "No. 202."
For so reason, new recruits were no longer given unique codenas like in the early days. Agents had to climb up the ranks to receive one.
Until then, they were all identified by numbers.
Interestingly enough, a certain rumour began to float around the ti this policy was implented. That is, the higher-up was simply too lazy to think of a codena.
Whether it is true or not, nobody knows. Even the SIN's leadership never bother to step forward and dispel this rumour.
"Alright," Dunn said. He was relieved and a bit surprised to hear their numbers.
At least the HQ send two excellent agents over here. One in his fifties and one in her forties.
Double digits an that they are around [Saboteur] or [Assasin] rank agents. Both are third and fourth rank from the bottom respectively.
While triple digits an he is a [Recruit].
No wonder he looks timid. But, this makes Dunn worry.
Being new, the agent is probably eager to prove his worth.
However, that eagerness can be fatal during a mission. The desire to impress can cloud judgnt, leading to reckless decisions and unnecessary risks.
Sigh-
Dunn hopes the remaining two agents can control this uncertain factor. He was not paid enough to be an instructor.
Lowering his voice, the old spy continues. "Here's the plan. I need you to gather handwritten letters from a few key individuals: the Duke, his daughter, his butler, and a few other important people around him. These docunts are crucial for the next phase of our operation."
The agents nodded and listened intently.
Since Dunn had been staying here for a year, he naturally already had a list for that. The rest of the job should be left to the young ones to do it. It's ti for them to take over so of the grunt work.
Dunn sighed inwardly. It was tiring to do it by himself.
"Once you have the letters, we can move on to the next step."
"What's the next step?" No. 45 asked.
"Creating evidence," Dunn replied.
There was no evidence to begin with. So, what is there to find? He is the one who orchestrated everything from the start.
No. 54 nodded, "I see... So we need to forge docunts, letters, and anything that can implicate Percival. Use the handwriting samples from the letters we gather to make the forgeries believable."
"It's great that you understand. I believe the three of you have been trained in this aspect, right?" Dunn asked.
The three of them nodded.
"Good! Now, go to my room in the dormitory and get the list. It is under my bed."
Dunn briefly told them the location of his room. The agents dispersed and the 'family reunion' ended.
Dunn watched them leave with anxiety. Hopefully, these three don't ss up.
He began walking back towards the main garden. There, his supervisor was waiting, arms crossed and an ever-present sceptical look on his face.
Dunn approached with his usual neutral expression, ready to resu his work.
"You ca back. I'm surprised," the supervisor makes a dry remark.
"Of course! I am an exemplary worker."
"Hmph, stop talking and get back to work."
Dunn nodded and returned to his tasks while the three agents were on their way to break into his room.
....
Creak—
The agents cautiously entered the dormitory that housed the servants of Klover.
For Agent 54 and Agent 45, they are both seasoned professionals. They had broken into nurous places before. It can be seen in their careful steps and sharp eyes.
However, their concern lay with Agent 202, the rookie in the group.
"Calm down and be mindful of your steps. The wooden flooring can produce a loud noise," Agent 45 reminded.
"O-Okay," said Agent 202. He is a bit scared of No. 45. This woman has a strict temper and speaks with an authoritative tone. Maybe because she's the highest rank among them.
Agent 54 took the lead, guiding them silently through the hallway.
They reached in front of Dunn's bedroom without any incident.
Even so, Agent 54 maintained his cautiousness.
He gestured for them to halt and listened for any sounds from inside. Satisfied that it was safe, he slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open.
The room was sparsely furnished. Good! They don't have to check in so many places.
Following Dunn's words, Agent 54 imdiately moved to the bed.
Agent 45 kept watch by the door while Agent 202 helped Agent 54 with the search.
Within minutes, they found what they're looking for.
"Got it," Agent 54 whispered, showing the list to Agent 202.
Agent 45 glanced over, "Good. Let's get out of here."
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