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an unmistakable wave of dread had greeted adair upon stepping foot inside the building. fancy hall filled with expensive shiny objects to attract attention and display a clear statement of power and wealth was ever so apparent. though as many social events as this one the agent would 'participate in', an irking feeling within never ceased. they've found it quite baffling at first, during the first few years as a junior agent, having so many people crammed in such a space that the opposing views would not clash upon close contact. what was even more maddening were the unwritten rules such as everyone enjoying 'together time' or whatever the activity was supposed to be called. from the facial expressions of many gathered there, more than half, if not most, were wearing perfectly mastered masks, playing their role as guests without any errors. even body language appeared to coincide with the rest of the façade. it hadn't failed to impress adair, even after so many years, despite them seeing through the veil time and time again. ❝ best get used to it as it's part of the package. ❞ came a detached, monotone answer to the other's previous remark. there was just so much they were able to do out on the field but once that would be taken care of, networking would be next on the list of endless tasks the agents were expected to perform on the daily. ❝ it's been a while since anyone caused a scene during similar gatherings [ ... ] i wouldn't oppose for one to break out right about now. ❞ they added, the gentle swirling of rich components within their champagne glass maintaining their full attention for the following few moments. ❝ feeling inspired? ❞ by the time the sentence came to an end adair was already eyeing their current companion, wondering whether he had any plans in his imaginary arsenal to disrupt the ball and cause it to end for good.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 . . . anyone.

𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 . . . the bar, at the governor's ball.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 when the memo had first graced the masses of mercy. " troubling " events. five agents dead under " suspicious " circumstances. it had piqued his interest rather than inspiring horror, or sympathy, or dread — the most appropriate responses replaced by simple curiosity, & that tingling feeling he tends to get in his fingertips when he can't help himself. & of course, mercy prepares itself with unprecedented security against cyberattacks, so he hadn't been able to hack beyond the initial firewalls ( that are mostly there for show, anyways ) or find anything remotely interesting about what had happened before he'd been shut down — by his own father, no less. a scolding ensued that had left prospero pouting like a petulant child all the way to the governor's ball in the backseat of a black car, flanked on either side by both of his parents, who practically dragged him inside by his ear, planted him by the bar & told him to stay put & look pretty. a simple set of instructions, & that was that. here he lingers, vodka martini in hand, dripping condensation down the side of his palm, beady eyes flicking absently over the undulating crowd of bodies before him. upper lip curls in distaste, hidden behind the rim of his glass as he takes a slow, unimpressed sip. “ how dreadfully dull. ” a passing comment made to the nearest warm body, dead-eyed gaze flitting to his left to his unwitting companion before scanning the room again. he's been here five minutes & he's already so terribly bored. “ they must know we're best employed elsewhere, not milling about a ballroom making nice with oligarchs. ” a disgruntled complaint — a fussy toddler with a toy taken from his grasp, moments away from a tantrum — motivation to stay on his best behavior dwindling by the second.