Parker and John were taking the elevator up to their room. Every agent in the government has to stay in an apartment. It was a silent ride up as they watched the numbers go up.

"I could've caught them. I swear I could've. I was too sloppy" John whispered to no one in particular. Parker pats John's head. "You were fine. Don't worry about it." He responded, smiling. Silence again.

"They were faster than Bullets. How can we fight that?" John said, louder this time. Parker sighed, running a hand through his long white hair. "I don't know John. I don't know." It remained silent until the elevator dinged, slowing down until eventually it stopped moving all together and the doors opened.

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John sat on his bed, frustrated. He played the whole mission over and over in his head. That was what he was praised for back at the academy, his photographic memory. He used his ability to learn from mistakes. He got a pencil and some paper and started taking notes.

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Parker walked into his apartment and flicked on the light. The whole room was white, it almost looked like a prison. Sometimes it felt like it. Parker's room had a large window with a beautiful view of Crosa city. Its lights shining against the night sky. He walked into the kitchen and opened a can of soda. He turned the lights back off. "I need some sleep." He said to himself.

He sat down in the chair next to the window, staring at the city lights. Something was off. He could feel it. The flow of everything was off. Maybe he was just imagining things. He finished off his soda can and tossed it to the trash and missed. He flopped onto his bed exhausted. It was going to be a long day tomorrow.