Adem heard the loud footsteps of a human female wearing 'heels'. He turned around and smiled at the familar face. "Miss Goodweather?"
Penny Goodweather nodded. "You can call me Penny if you like, Mr. Different." She always spoke in a soft English accent. "Mr. Paragon is my new employer. I did not want to stay in with the Parliment in London." Penny's former employer, George Wilson, had been killed there a month back. "Too many memories, I suppose. Anyways, Mr. Paragon has convinced me that my talents could be used here."
She handed Doc Paragon a stack of papers. "Here are all the documents you requested, Mr. Paragon. I cross-checked the references. Everything is in order."
"Thank you Miss Penny," said Doc Paragon as the new secretary of Vanguard Europe left the room. "Brilliant girl. Brain like a computer."
Adem nodded. "I've seen it in action. So what's in all those papers you have."
Doc Paragon showed him the files. On top was an aristrocratic-looking woman at a museum. "Your new teammates."
