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Meanwhile, in the basement, Hal had made his way to a corner of the basement, and looked at the floorboards.

"Right." he said.

"Here goes." he told himself.

He then cracked his knuckles, and started to pull up the boards... before seeing a beautiful glass jewellery box, inlaid with gorgeous gems and precious stones.

"Bingo." he said.

With that. he grabbed the box, cradled it in his arms, before dashing out of the basement, back outside. He closed the doors behind him, before swiftly making his way off the property, and out of sight.

"Don't tell me what to do!" David snapped.

"I'M the master here!" he snarled loudly.

Meanwhile, Sharp had found the entrance to the basement, and had slipped inside. It was a dishevelled mess, and looked like there was NO organization.

"...damn." he cursed.

"Right. Here goes." he said, as he started to look.

He uncovered everything, before stopping and concentrating. He needed to locate it. And it seemed he needed to 'look' with his 'inner eye'.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Allee had served David his dinner, and had just put his laundry in the washing machine, when he called her back up to where he was.

"We're going to the bedroom." he told her. And she knew what that meant.

"Now, no stalling!" the male said, looking rather shabby and slovenly, but well-kept enough. Like a child whose mother cleaned him up every so often.

But he was grown. And it wasn't his mother that did it.

"Is dinner ready yet?" he asked.

"Because you need to do my laundry after that." he told her.

Sharp just shook his head.

"Well, God bless you, sir!" he called in, his expression angry.

"GO. AWAY!" the one known as David hollered.

"The basement." Sharp whispered.

"There an outside way in?" he asked.

When Allee nodded, he just sighed again, before walking off... but making a B-line to the side of the house.

Sharp was about to say something, before they heard a voice.

"Who IS it!?" a voice yelled impatiently.

"You'd better not be stalling for time!" they added.

Sharp growled slightly, before sighing.

"Food drive for the homeless." he whispered, giving her an excuse.

"He?" Sharp asked in response.

"Who?" he asked.

"What's going on here?" he asked her further.

"Allee, something's wrong here. It's catching the attention of law enforcement at a high level." he warned her.

"I'm here to help. Please, tell me what's happening." he went on.

Sharp's eyes widened when he saw the woman before him.

"I..." he stammered.

"You... you are..." he stuttered further, before shaking his head.

"Allee?" he asked, getting her name out, finally.

"Is it really you?"

"............" he was silent as he felt the power before him.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"Interesting..." he said to himself.

"Well, here goes nothing." he sighed.

He then stepped up to the door, and pushed the doorbell. When it made no sound, he sighed again, and knocked loudly.

"Sadly, date night is next week." Sharp responded.

"This mission is something -I- need to do." he told her.

"And I need to move quickly." he said.

"Agent King is in charge while I'm gone." he went on.

"Call him to the office and tell him such."

"They are." Sharp replied.

"We make sure of it." he told her with a smile.

"And stay here for as long as you wish." he then said.

"We try to make this place feel like home for those who have nowhere else." he finished.

-Some time later-

"Hmph." Sharp muttered, as he shifted through the stack of papers on his desk.

"Ty... Aedan... Zeke..." he said, deciding who would go on what mission, before freezing, upon reading one of the requests.

"......." he was silent for a moment, before getting up, changing into more street-appropriate clothing, jeans, sneakers, tee-shirt, and a long coat, and then stepping out into his secretary's office.

"I'm sure you could be quite handy on the field." Sharp replied.

"After all, a banshee's shrieks are powerful." he reasoned.

"But we'll assess your skills and find a place for you." he told her.

He then took out some papers and slid them towards her.

"Fill these out." he said.

"Employment agreement, as well as contract for living here." he told her.

"I assume you'll be staying in the dorms?" he asked.

"Oh?" Sharp asked.

"I see. Interesting." he said.

"Well? What is your answer?" he asked her.

"Will you join the Unit?" he asked further.

"Or do you intend to move on?"

Ty watched as she went into the room, and sighed.

"Oh." he then said.

"By the way." he went on, figuring she could still hear him.

"My previous offer still stands." he said.

"If you choose to work here... then it still stands." he said further.

With that, he started to walk back down the hallway.

"Indeed." Sharp responded.

The trip to the guest dorms was uneventful and mostly silent, but Ty broke it when they reached her room.

"Here you go." he told her.

"There's a small fridge in there with some food, a bed, a shower, all the basics." he said.

"You should be comfortable here."