The Walking Dead: With Agent 47 Body. Chapter 86 86: The walk

She searched for a while before finally locating the Angel Scout Housing building.

As she approached the entrance, two guards stepped forward, blocking her path. Their expressions were unreadable. One extended his hand.

"Docunts," he said, while the other scrutinized her badge carefully.

Jane handed them over without a word. They examined everything thoroughly, front and back, before exchanging a brief nod and stepping aside.

"You're clear. Go on in."

Inside, the lobby buzzed with overlapping conversations. The air felt thick with curiosity. Several people glanced her way, their eyes lingering a second too long. Jane resisted the urge to shrink under their scrutiny and instead squared her shoulders, walking toward the receptionist's desk.

"Hello, welco to the Angel Scout Division. My na is Luisa. How may I help you?"

The young woman behind the desk wore a polite smile. One sleeve of her uniform hung neatly pinned where her arm was missing, yet she carried herself with quiet confidence. Her gaze was steady and observant.

"I was recruited into the Scout Division," Jane said, keeping her tone composed. "I'm here to report for duty."

Luisa's eyes fell to the badge on Jane's chest, and her smile brightened.

"That's wonderful. Before we continue, may I see your paperwork and your Angel Scout tag?"

"Yes."

Jane retrieved the folded docunts and tag from her bag and placed them on the desk. Luisa reviewed each page with practiced efficiency.

"Everything looks in order," she said, sliding them aside. "Welco to the family. You'll be our forty-second mber." She gestured toward the staircase behind her. "As is customary, new recruits et their family head upstairs."

Jane hesitated, fingers tightening slightly around the strap of her bag. "What about my docunts and tag?" A flicker of unease crossed her face. She rembered the warning from the ceremony, restricted areas without identification ant death.

Luisa's tone softened. "Don't worry. We'll return them after we stitch the tag into your uniform. It'll be ready by evening. You can collect your uniform and equipnt from the supply house then."

She leaned forward slightly, expression serious. "Most importantly... do not lose your badge. It serves as your security clearance. This building requires at least one-wing Angel badge. If you're found in a restricted area without proper identification…" She paused deliberately. "You could be executed."

Jane swallowed but nodded firmly. "Understood."

She headed upstairs, each step echoing faintly beneath her boots.

Outside the office door, she stopped, taking a small breath as nerves crept in. She straightened her posture and knocked.

"Door's open. Co in," a voice called.

Jane pushed the door open and froze.

"You're Jane," the woman inside said, rising from her chair with a warm smile. "The one Clentine ntioned. We t yesterday, though I didn't get the chance to speak properly." She stepped forward and extended her hand. "I'm Molly. Thank you for looking after her."

Jane's gaze drifted instinctively to the four-wing badge pinned to Molly's chest. The insignia glead under the light.

"It's good to see you again," Jane replied, shaking her hand. "Clentine is capable. She didn't need watching over her." She took a seat, folding her hands loosely in her lap.

"Even so," Molly said, settling back into her chair, "I appreciate it." She studied Jane for a mont, head tilted slightly. "So… what brings you here?"

"The receptionist said new recruits are to et the family head."

Molly blinked, then laughed softly. "You're joining my departnt?" A spark of genuine delight lit her expression. "That's excellent news. We've needed soone with your skill set."

She waved a dismissive hand. "And please don't call 'family head.' It makes sound like so ancient relic. Just call Molly… That rule? So dumb, self-righteous old priest made it."

Jane allowed the faintest hint of a smile. "All right… Molly. When do I begin duty?"

Molly leaned back, folding her arms comfortably. "Two teams are already out scouting. You'll likely start tomorrow." Her smile turned knowing. "Don't worry. From what I hear, you prefer the wilderness to crowded rooms."

Jane's eyes narrowed slightly. "Did Clentine tell you that?"

"She did," Molly admitted with a grin. "I wanted to know more about you. She speaks highly of you. I was curious."

A shadow flickered across Jane's expression, her shoulders stiffening at the ntion of personal details.

Sensing the shift, Molly smoothly changed the subject. "I was just about to show Clentine around camp. Why don't you join us? I think she'd be thrilled."

Despite herself, anticipation flickered in Jane's eyes before she could mask it. She gave a small nod.

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Together, they headed toward the main market, where people traded and sold goods. Along the way, Molly gestured toward different areas of the camp, her eyes scanning the bustling activity.

In one corner, a large group clustered around three n who shifted nervously under the intensity of the argunt.

"Are they arguing again?" Molly muttered, her brows knitting as she approached.

Jane tilted her head, curiosity sparkling. "What are they arguing about?"

Molly sighed, shaking her head. "About seventy percent of this camp calls themselves Believers. They think Max is a Death Angel and insist everyone kneel when they see him. Almost all non-Believers comply… except a stubborn few for various reasons."

Jane's eyes widened. "Did he tell them to kneel?"

"No. Max never told anyone to kneel, but the Believers take refusal as disrespect. This fight has been going on for days."

Jane frowned. "And the Angel Police? Can't they step in?"

"All of them are Believers too," Molly said quietly. "They're reluctant to interfere. It's wreaking havoc on the Justice Departnt... Michonne's got a massive headache because none of the jurors will testify against the Believers." Jane nodded, following Molly's gaze toward the heated crowd.

One of the nervous n stepped forward, voice shaking slightly. "Listen, we respect the Lord as much as you do. He... He never asked anyone to kneel. Lady Michonne confird it's a choice."

A Believer snapped back, face red and veins visible. "How dare you compare us to… people like you, non-Believers! The Lord is humble! That's exactly why we must show the highest respect. You kneel before a king... but you refuse to kneel before the one who will save us from this hell?"

Voices rose, shouts echoing across the camp.

Molly suddenly raised her hand, posture sharp and commanding. "Enough!" Her voice cut through the noise like a whip. "All of you... disperse. It's morning. Go do sothing useful for this community instead of bickering like children."

The crowd froze. Eyes flicked to the four-wing insignia on Molly's chest slowly and grudgingly the group lowered their gaze and shuffled away.

"Idiots," Molly muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.

She and Jane continued toward the market. After several minutes, they finally spotted Clentine.

She walked with an awkward, stiff gait.

Jane exchanged a look with Molly, raising an eyebrow. A brief silence passed before both won smirked at each other, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

"Sorry for being late... I overslept," Clentine said, smiling, though her steps were tentative.

"You must've had a very good night's sleep," Molly replied, smirking, arms swinging loosely at her sides.

Jane chid in, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Yeah, slept so well she can barely walk."

Clentine's face flushed crimson. She raised her hands defensively. "Look! I just… slept wrong and hurt my back. That's why I'm walking like this. Nothing happened between and Max!"

Jane and Molly exchanged suppressed chuckles. Seeing Clentine's reddening face, Molly leaned slightly closer, her smile teasing but gentle. "We never said anything about you and Max."

Clentine buried her face in her hands, refusing to et their amused expressions.

"Oh, don't be so shy," Molly said lightly, nudging her shoulder playfully. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about sex. I did worse when I was your age."

Jane grinned, shaking her head. "Exactly. No need to pretend you're an innocent little girl Clentine."

"Congratulations on stepping into womanhood," Molly added, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Now co on… let's explore the market."

Still flustered, Clentine lowered her head, trailing behind the two won as they walked ahead, laughter tucked behind their smiles.