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You did see how insane his abilities were by a simple mind read so you can't say he's wrong. "You do realize you can't handle the world though all by yourself, right? Even if you are an Agent?"
[EVERYTHING'S A NAIL] His eye twitches for a brief moment. "I know you're technically my boss, sure. I get that." It's clear chipping away at his ego isn't the best way to handle him. "But I'm not like the other chumps. I can handle myself if I need to. Don't underestimate me."
The Handler scoffs at this but he seems cognizant enough to realize what you realized too. "She didn't. That's why she hired you to begin with. I guess she wants to know if she can trust you to not shoot her brains out. She IS my most valuable asset. Nine missions and counting."
[ETF TRAINING + EVERYTHING'S A NAIL] "What?" He seems offended at the idea of it. "Ah, I see the game you're playing." A contemptuous sneer spreads across his mouth. "I see, I see. No, no. At this point that means she'll win."
"Win?" You can't get a read on what this guy is feeling at any moment. <span class="mu-b">It's clear he has a massive ego, though. That might be the best way to handle him.</span> "Win, huh? Is that so? Then prove it to me, then. Prove that you can win."
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] Maybe it is just that simple. Perhaps you only need to focus his contemptuous gaze in the right direction. A hammer against the world.
Frank firmly pats you on the shoulder. "Oh, you're on. I contained over fifty anomalies in my service and completed over twenty expeditions in my year of service!" Wait, year? You never really had a solid look at him until now but his face is shockingly soft and boyish. Hardly any scars or age to him.
This man can't be any older than 18, maybe 19. No wonder why he is the way he is.
The Handler seems to pick up on this two and for a moment, a flash of pity rushes through his expression. "I suppose it's no different when I was your age." The Handler rubs at some of the sore spots on his sides. He's at least in his early 40s compared to the young man, even if his outfit and demeanor hides a LOT of it. "I was a Cleaner at first. Even did a short stint in ETF training. Didn't pan out."
For a moment, an emotion besides arrogance or contempt flashes across Frank's face. It's not respect but it's certainly interest. "Really now? You? This pretty boy in front of me?"
You keep glancing around in case anything is going on or your allies need any help but with nothing distinctly threatening in your eyes, you turn your attention back to the conversation.
"Mmh." The Handler half-heartedly shrugs. "Didn't work out, as I said. Saw one anomaly and I chickened out. I stuck to the corporate world for the most part; This is frankly the first time I've been in the field like this in years."
"So why are you bothering now?" Oddly, you and Frank ask the same question.
"Why the hell did you force this schizo bimbo along with ya" He nods over in your direction. Rude! Hell, your tits aren't even that-
