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The sun was setting upon the Capitoline, when a knock was heard upon Randall’s office door, and when he opened it, Daniel and Scott entered. Although the former was his usual cool, emotionless self, the latter was clearly shaken.

“Randall, we’ve got a huge problem!” Scott exclaimed, his orange hair even more spiky and uncombed from agitation.

“I am sorry for the interruption, sir, but Mr. Johnson requested to see you immediately, even before Miss Dawn returned from her meeting,” Daniel apologized.

“What is it, Scott?” Randall sighed. “I am rather busy…”

“The two strangers that disrupted the Plaza and that I apprehended…”

“What about them? You know that I do not care for such trivial issues. That is why you are here,” Randall impatiently dismissed, returning to his desk in a manner that suggested he didn’t want any further interruption.

“They are M.U.T.s, Randall!” Scott quickly hissed, in an undeniable hateful fashion. “Not only that, but they’ve returned this afternoon!”

Randall stopped in his tracks, and he slowly turned to the young man, a flicker of fear making his way to his cold icy eyes. His heart started to race with this new emotion, but more importantly, this new event. Daniel looked puzzled at his two bosses’ agitation over such a simple word.

“What did you say?!” Randall hissed, walking to Scott and towering him, indicating he wouldn’t take well to a possible prank.

“I checked with our superiors, Randall,” Scott defended himself. “There is no denying it, nor any mistake. The strangers, two siblings, are M.U.T.s. And they’re unto us, unto our plan. This is a dangerous and unexpected variable!”

“Maybe they have only appeared here by mistake, it often happened in the past...” Randall tried to reason, his mind racing for a counter-attack to this new threat.

“I told you, they’ve reappeared this afternoon, and once more started out toward the Capitoline,” Scott hissed, angry at such doubts to his news. “They also knew how it worked; when I apprehended them, the male stranger deliberately disappeared in front of my eyes, not simply by shock or instinct.”

Randall nervously paced his office, his icy eyes deeply lost in thoughts. He finally spoke:

“We need to find Ysadora. She needs to know about this new threat, and we have to devise a plan against it.”

“Has she not contacted you, sir?” Daniel asked.

“Yes, about an hour ago. She announced that her mission went well, and the doubtful investors were now on our side. But she requested the evening off, to which I agreed, she deserved it...” Randall replied blankly, still deep in thought.

“Do I also warn Mr. Solomon and President Bohm of this disruption, sir?” Daniel inquired.

“Certainly not; Bohm has no knowledge of his true role in our plans, nor our plan’s true purpose, and it must remain that way. As for Abraham, we must still test him further.”

“Then, sir, I will track Miss Dawn’s phone, to warn her,” Daniel suggested.

“Good idea,” and upon Randall’s approval, Daniel left the office.

“You know what it means if there are M.U.T.s at this stage...” Scott hissed to Randall.

“Yes. We need to advance the plan much faster than I anticipated, and you and Ysadora will need to take care of this threat while I take care of the rest,” Randall ordered.