The Agency

My father's expression darkens at the mention of my name. His grip on the back of a chair tightens, his knuckles turning white. "You're here for my daughter? What do you want with her?"The man in black steps closer, his voice low and threatening. "We have our reasons. But let's just say that your daughter is of great interest to us. And we're willing to pay a hefty price for her."

As the man in black mentions paying a price for me, my father's body tenses visibly, his eyes narrowing in anger and protection. "You're not touching her," *he says, his voice low and dangerous. "She's not for sale."

The man in black smirks, clearly enjoying the challenge. He takes another step forward, his tone smug and confident. "Oh, I think you might want to reconsider. We're not the kind of organization that takes no for an answer. We always get what we want, and we're not above using force if necessary."

My father can sense the tension in the room rising. He can see the men in black shifting their weight, preparing to make their move. His shoulders tense up, his body preparing for a fight.

As one of the men in black lunges forward, my father ducks out of the way, dodging the attack with a speed and grace that surprises even the attackers. He counters with a swift kick, catching the man in the stomach and sending him flying backwards into the wall.

The men in black begin to attack in a coordinated attack, but my father is faster and more skilled than they expected. He sidesteps their attacks with ease and responds with brutal strikes of his own, taking them down one by one.

He moves with a fluidity and precision that is almost mesmerizing to watch. Despite his age, he moves with the grace and power of a much younger man. His movements are a blur, knocking the attackers down and incapacitating them quickly and efficiently.

As the last attacker falls to the ground, he stands over them, breathing heavily, his sword in hand. His eyes scan the room, looking for any other hidden enemies. He looks ready to continue the fight if necessary.

Finally, satisfied that the immediate threat is neutralized, my father takes a moment to compose himself, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He looks around at the men in black, sprawled out on the floor, unconscious or worse.

My father moves towards one of the men in black who is stirring, and picks him up by the collar of his shirt. He holds him up against the wall, his eyes locked on the man's face. "Talk," he demands, his voice harsh and commanding.

The man groans, his head lolling to one side as he tries to focus on my father's face. He looks dazed and disoriented, but he seems to understand that he's at my father's mercy.

My father shakes him slightly, his grip tightening on the man's collar. "Who sent you? And what do you want with my daughter?"

The man grunts, his eyes flickering open and closed. He seems to be struggling to form words, but after a moment, he manages to rasp out a few words, his voice weak and hoarse.

My father leans in closer, his head tilted slightly, trying to catch the man's words. 

The man mumbles something, his voice barely above a whisper. My father listens carefully, and after a few seconds, he frowns, his eyes narrowing as he comprehends what the man is saying.

He pulls the man closer, his grip on his collar tightening. "Say that again," he commands, his voice low and dangerous

The man moans slightly in pain, but he manages to repeat his words, his voice just barely audible. "We were... sent... by the Agency..."

Suddenly, my father senses something, his instincts kicking in. His eyes dart towards the source of the blast, and he jumps to the side, narrowly avoiding the energy blast that streaks past him. The blast hits the wall behind where my father had been standing, leaving a small crater in the drywall. He looks towards the origin of the blast, his eyes searching for any sign of the attacker.

My father's eyes widen in surprise as he sees the four figures standing before him. He recognizes them immediately as members of the Sleeping Lions, a group he used to work closely with in the past.

As he looks at the figures, my dad takes a deep breath, a mix of emotions crossing his face. He speaks their names, his voice betraying a hint of surprise and a hint of nostalgia. "Orion... Marcus... Jade... and Raven."

He glances from one figure to the next, his eyes taking in each of their faces. They were all people he knew well, people he had fought alongside and trusted implicitly.

The room is silent for a moment as my father gazes at his old comrades. He can't help but be surprised by their sudden appearance, but he also feels a sense of familiarity and comfort in their presence.

Orion, a tall, muscular man with a stern expression, steps forward, his eyes locked on my father's face. "Greetings, old friend. It's been a while."

My father nods in acknowledgment, his eyes flickering over the other three members of the group. Marcus, a quiet and stoic man, nods curtly in greeting. Jade, a petite and fiery woman, narrows her eyes at my father, her expression unreadable.

Raven, a brooding and dark figure, stands silently in the background, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for any signs of danger. My father takes a step forward, his eyes meeting Orion's. "I'm assuming all of you didn't just come here for a social call, am I right?"

Orion nods, his expression serious. "We need to talk. It's about the Agency."

My father's expression darkens upon hearing the mention of the Agency. His jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow. "What about them?"

Orion glances around the room, making sure that there are no outsiders or potential eavesdroppers nearby. Then, he speaks in a low tone, his voice barely above a whisper. "We have reason to believe that the Agency is planning something. Something big."

Raven, the brooding figure in the group, speaks up for the first time. His deep, gravelly voice echoes through the room. "We've been tracking the Agency's movements for a while now. And we've discovered some troubling information."

My father looks at Raven, his expression hardening. He knows that if Raven is taking this seriously, then the situation must be dire.

As if sensing our worry, my father quickly turns his head towards us, his eyes widening as we suddenly appear beside him. He reaches out a hand, placing it on my shoulder, his expression a mix of relief and concern.

My father's expression softens as I hug him, and he pulls me into a tight embrace. He nods, reassuring me that he's okay.

"I'm fine, sweetheart. Don't worry about me."

He glances over my head at my mother, who is standing nearby, a look of worry on her face. He gives her a small, reassuring smile, silently telling her that he's alright.

Then, he looks back at the Sleeping Lions, his attention once again focused on the matter at hand. "Now, what's this about the Agency? What have you discovered?"

Orion, Marcus, Jade, and Raven exchange glances, their expressions serious. They seem to be weighing their words carefully, as if trying to decide how much to reveal.

Finally, Orion speaks up, his voice low and grave. "We've been monitoring the Agency's communications and movements, and we've discovered that they're planning something big. Something that could have catastrophic consequences for the entire world."

My father's eyes widen in shock at Orion's words. He knows that the Agency is a powerful and dangerous organization, and the thought of them planning something of that magnitude is troubling, to say the least.

Jade, the petite and fiery woman of the group, speaks up, her voice sharp and to the point. "We don't have all the details yet, but it seems that the Agency is planning a massive weapon. Something that they believe will give them complete control over the world."

My father's expression darkens as he listens to Jade's words. The idea of the Agency acquiring a weapon that could give them that much power is terrifying to consider.

All of them turn to look at me, surprised by my sudden interruption. My father's grip on my shoulder tightens slightly, as if he isn't sure what to make of my question.

Orion is the first to speak, his expression curious. "What do you mean, 'what do they want with you'?"

As I explain what I overheard, all of the members of the Sleeping Lions exchange glances. They all look surprised by my revelation, and a few of them look concerned.

Orion is the first to speak up, his voice serious. "You overheard them saying that they wanted you for something? Do you know what they wanted you for?"

Looking at dad telling him, any luck getting information from them. 

My father shakes his head, his expression stern. "No, they were surprisingly tight-lipped about what they wanted you for. They refused to say anything aside from that they were sent to retrieve you."

The men in black, still lying unconscious on the floor, suddenly begin to stir as I use my "Eternal Nightmare Eyes" on them. They writhe and twitch, their faces contorted in fear and terror as they are trapped in their worst nightmares.