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On Earth, two pale looking agents stood in Larry's room, leaning against furniture for support. Bullet casings littered the ground, along with bits and pieces of broken furniture. Clearly, there had been an intense fight here, and the two armed men did not hold an overwhelming advantage.

"We have a problem," one of the men said, after calling someone. "The target used an unknown item and escaped. But he suffered multiple gunshot wounds so he should not have gotten far."

"Search the area and see if you can find a trail. Have someone waiting at nearby hospitals as well. If you can't… Do you have any pictures or the person the target was just with?"

"Yes."

"Send the picture to Bluebird and put out an arrest warrant. If we can't find him, his friends will have to do."

"Got it," the man answered and closed the phone. But instead of searching for Larry like he had been instructed, the man threw himself on a nearby sofa to recuperate.