Suddenly, as we entered the room, Taylor busted in with his face still and stern. "Come, sit. Sit!" he said, snapping his fingers towards the chairs. Everyone timidly settled onto their seats, afraid of his tense attitude.
"Okay," Taylor said, as he sat down, which then the man in the brown suit then exited, to which Taylor then looked at us. "Two things," he said, as he looked at each one of us.
"Okay," Brie muttered, as she glanced at all of our anxious faces. "Okay…" He cleared his throat. "Let's get one thing out of the way. These enemy agents already figured out our plan before we even made the plan."
"Are your agents fine?" I asked. He shook his head. "They're in a very intense police chase right now, and it's hard to say whether they may come back or not. Not only are you in danger but now I'm in danger as well."
"We didn't know they'd be coming!" Brie said. "They were just very smart when it came to their moves."