Dagger, who just watched his comrades leave, turned around as he watched Alan, strangely enough, touching the bodies.
Dagger: "What are you doing, 33?"
Alan did not answer the confused agent, but he simply flipped the man's body, laying him on his stomach, exposing the back of his neck.
In his line of sight, Dagger watched Alan materializing a single small dark dagger as if he was intending to mutilate the dead man's body.
Just as Alan raised his hand in the air, Dagger stopped it.
Dagger: "I understand how you feel, but this is not the way we do things. It will not bring you any kind of relief."
Alan: "This is not what I'm after. There's something weird with these two, with this whole thing. Just imagine an operation that could target this many cities, with one being one of the 108 households of humanity. Yet it was simply left to these two idiots. Everything about this is not right.
Plus, I feel something weird at the back of their necks, so let's open it and see."
