Astrid eyed the laboratory entrance before her, the very threshold of a top-secret national research facility she had once infiltrated with Vivienne. A sly grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she pressed the button on the remote.

A gust of wind swept by, yet nothing ensued.

Disbelief etched across Astrid's features as she jabbed the button several more times, her expression darkening with each futile attempt.

Suddenly, she whipped out a gun, spinning around with a swift motion.

Vivienne, along with Percival and Leopold who was bemused, emerged from behind her.

Astrid showed no signs of panic; instead, a calm detachment washed over her.

"Figures, you're not one to fall for tricks so easily," Astrid declared, wielding the gun in one hand while discarding the useless remote with the other.

A flicker of regret crossed her gaze as she looked at Vivienne, "Had you joined us, our victory would've been assured by now."

Vivienne's eyes sparkled with amusement, her smile broad and radiant. "Your disguise is pathetic, Mr. B."

Mr. B, now unmasked as the impostor, gave a nonchalant shrug, making no move to remove his mask, "When did you catch on?"

Vivienne pondered for a moment, "Around the time I stumbled upon Scott, perhaps?"

Vivienne then let out a derisive chuckle, "You were too naive."

Mr. B's eyebrows rose inquisitively, "Impossible. You'd never interacted with me when you blew Scott's cover!"

A laugh escaped Vivienne, "Once wasn't enough?"

Mr. B's pupils constricted, still puzzled.

Before impersonating Astrid to get close to Vivienne, Mr. B had thoroughly researched his target. With the help of Alfred, the bumbling fool, Mr. B knew every minute detail of Astrid's life - from her catchphrases to her subtlest expressions and mannerisms.

her own mother,

whom he had met

knew

of exasperation, "Mr. Wolf, I told you they were

tenderly rubbed her head, showing

stay on task, please? This is a mission, not a time for public displays of

clenched his jaw, "That's

knitted together as she swiftly launched a silver needle

legs vanished, and with a thud,

displeases me," Vivienne's eyes glinted with a cold edge, adding a chilling beauty to her already

whether it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr. B

a well-trained individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware

useless, escape was out of the question.

a subtle smirk, "Mr. B, you didn't actually think you'd get the chance to

B paused, suddenly realizing

and understood that he had

message from Thomas:

phone, "Leopold, take him

times since capturing Scott. "Mr. B," Leopold taunted, " My Vivienne has a knack for phrenology. No matter how you change your appearance, you can't fool her eyes. Did you really think you

It all made sense.

his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had

of the renowned Finnian,

nor had she

with my charade

"No matter how skilled you are, you can't imitate the

master's. Finnian often

of twenty-five, she was forbidden

master's warning and

fortunes, Vivienne possessed the ability to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic arts and solely based

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