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into thin air, much to my surprise. I quickly look all over and he’s nowhere to be found. I can’t believe it. I had him, damn it! In all my years, I have never seen anyone able to teleport like that. Maybe his new Master Hole has given him unknown powers. The rules to the game have definitely changed and it appears it has swung to the Underworld’s favor. Impressive indeed, I must admit. I pull out my smokes and lighter and light one up. I learned a very important lesson tonight: Research can prove to be incredibly valuable in a variety of ways and situations.
    Like, researching and learning the ancient, forgotten technique of time-shifting. I release a sigh of frustration. How the hell did Vega do that? How am I going to explain this to the Agency?
    In the wee morning hours, back at my simple apartment, I study from my many books from the Agency’s vast ancient library at my table. So for now, I research and keep training for my next encounter and case on the Underworld and especially Vega. It’s just a matter of time before he shows his face again, and when he does, he’s mine. I spot another manila envelope slide under my front door. More harvesting to be done and I can’t help but crack a smile.

T hree months, one week, and six days later, times have grown to an all-time high for deaths between the Agency and the Underworld. The Harvesters are now fully accepted by the masses and have full power to exercise our judgment and authority how we see fit. Can you imagine if they didn’t? What this world would become? It would be an absolute horror show—truly a wicked world. However, for the first time in the history of the Agency, there is a lack in Harvester Agents, and the Underworld is recruiting at an alarming rate due to Vega’s Master Hole. These times would be known as the Darkening Era.
    Early in the morning, I stand in front of the world’s six Agency Heads. Each of them represents a continent, except for Antarctic, of course. They feel the need to be higher up than everybody due to their power trips, so they sit on elevated chairs to prove their superiority. The room is dim, except on me due to a bright beam of light encompassing me. Some real Twilight Zone shit, right? It’s as if I’m about to be interrogated or something. A courtroom stenographer dictates everything.
    The first Head is Ms. Hernandez, a stern-looking woman with her long hair pulled back in a bun so tight that it appears as though her face is stretched back. She represents Mexico, Central and South America. The second Head is Mr. Chan who looks over his spectacles at me with an expression that can only be interpreted as he is judging me. He represents Asia and Japan. The third Head is Mr. Laveaux. He’s French so you obviously know what he must think of me. He represents all of Europe. The fourth is Ms. Smith. From my dealings and meetings with her, she actually is an understanding, passionate person. She represents Australia, New Zealand, and all the Guinea Islands. The fifth is Mr. Zundu. He is a tough, ragged man with war scars on his face. He was once a Harvester Agent for many years until he was promoted. He represents Africa. And last but certainly not least is Mr. Herald who you have already met. He’s my boss and a good, good friend. He represents North America.
    They all sit in their elevated chairs behind a long desk with their name tags in front of them and what continent they represent on it. Mr. Herald is obviously not pleased with the situation at hand. Ms. Hernandez repositions her microphone in front of her face.
    “Harvester Agent number 2748, you know what charges have been brought against you.”
    “You’re being accused of breaking Law 42031: Treason by aiding the Underworld by allowing Vega to escape,” Mr. Chan states with a disgusted tone in his voice.
    I must speak. “I told you, he time-shifted, but you don’t believe me because it hasn’t been achieved in centuries. Well, sad to say it, but Vega has