"Hello, Director Morrison." Bill Holden answered the phone quickly.
"Where is Ivy Holden?!" Jensen Morrison demanded coldly.
"Isn't she with you?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm out having a drink."
"Bill Holden, I'll ask you one more time. Where are you?!"
"I… I took on a side job. I'll be back soon. Please, Director Morrison, don't tell my boss."
With a dark expression, Jensen Morrison hung up and told the restaurant manager to call the police.
Then, he stared at his phone screen, hesitated for a moment, and dialed a number.
Bobby Yates, a special agent from Section X, performed covert missions every day, protecting the country and its people from the shadows.
He had just returned from a mission at three in the morning. He'd barely had time to shower and hadn't even gotten to sleep when his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered. "Hey, Jensen? What's up this late?"
"It's a dire emergency." Jensen Morrison's voice was fraught with anxiety.
