The door creaked open, revealing Mr. McQueen. "Dear, you have a guest," he said, stepping aside to make way for a sharply dressed man in a dark suit.
The man stepped forward with an air of authority, his sharp gaze locking onto Ashley. "Pulse, you have a mission," he said simply.
Michelle's eyes lit up with excitement, practically bouncing on the bed. Ashley, on the other hand, looked genuinely surprised as she stood.
"I thought I wasn't going to be assigned any more missions," Ashley said, a hint of confusion lacing her tone.
The man in the suit adjusted his tie. "A team from another city specifically requested you as backup. You may know them—Nyx and Frost."
Ashley's eyes widened at the familiar names. "Thomas and Kyle? Are they okay? Are they hurt?"
