Agent S trotted into the briefing room, her black leather bow gleaming, sunglasses perfectly perched on her snout. She leapt onto the table, scattering alien autopsy reports. The commander didn’t blink.
“She took out three Gremlorians before breakfast,” he muttered.
S growled proudly, tail wagging like a weapon of mass destruction.
“Who’s a good girl?” a rookie whispered.
S bared her teeth.
“Agent Good Girl,” corrected the commander.
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