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!

Stars danced before Leopold's eyes as he staggered backward and collapsed to the floor.

to, or more accurately, when he could finally open his left

you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black

who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't

out laughing. "Since when did

energy to argue. I've

so fast," Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain, and the cops

"Wait, what? Why would they tow

were blocking traffic," Griffin said as if it were the most obvious

grinding his teeth, "Couldn't you, just maybe, help me out and move the car into

smirked. "Sorry, my garage isn't for storing Husky

speechless, finally settling on the couch

continued her work as if he was not even

began to rumble. He

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, "Help

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside,

ask,

hummed an affirmation, "Just me here, so

felt a sudden pang of

Griffin seemed

be on a diet

mumbling, "For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat

floor under the

the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed it quietly on

the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

was still engrossed in her research. Bored

blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two

noodles

"You're working

in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught

lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket over

tossed it aside,

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