Steph followed Benjamin with a small smile, she listened to his words. She was almost enthralled with the man, her head was slightly tilted as she sighed.
She followed him into the room and looked around, awkwardly standing in the doorway; Unsure where to sit.

I like him. The Succubus' voice echoed through Steph's head, mildly startled. You have a good sense in terms of finding guys. I'm proud of you~

---

The Agent looked around slowly, she felt like she was being watched.
She pulled up her gearbag onto her back and stretched before starting to head towards the mansion. It would easily be an hours walk... Something she wasn't looking forward to.

A shadow hid in the trees, they were aware of the snipers but they watched the Agent. Their pale lips moved to show a fanged smile; the idea of this Agent moving alone made them excited... And hungry.

Gaia slowly stood, folding her wings properly before she looked around more.
She moved along quietly, she moved away from the mansion, she didn't want to go back to that madness at this moment.

---

Harriet lead Duncan up the stairs and paused outside of Mr. Johnsons office. She knocked three times and waited.
She glanced towards her partner with a bit of a wink.
"Don't give you secret away." She Mentally sent to Duncan, who nodded and breathed in and focused.

Benjamin opened the case and after looking up gestured to Steph. "Sit down, sit down." After a glance around he added: "I've got a chair and a bed, so take your pick. I'll be standing anyway."
He started to assemble the saxophone, looking forward to play on it. It was relaxing, and after an eventful morning and noon he definitely needed it. He glanced to Steph, it would be nice to share this with her too.

---

The snipers also packed up and moved back towards HQ, one of them stayed close to the female agent, just in case. Another sent a final report to mr. Johnson with his phone.

---

"Enter," mr. Johnson called when he heard the knocks, reading through all the reports of the agents who had been with Gaia for now. He looked up when the door opened and when he saw Harriet with a man he didn't know yet he knew what the conversation would be about.
They were swift, that was good. He clicked the reports away and opened a new file he had just begun making that day, with the limited information he had about Daz and the gems.

Steph slowly walked over to the bed and sat down quietly.
She was slowly relaxing into the area, her body relaxing as she sat more comfortably.
"How long have you been playing the Sax for?" She asked with a tilt of her head, she wanted to start conversation; she wanted to know more about Benjamin.

---

"Its just us again, Sir." Harriet said as we walked in, glancing sideways at Duncan before she motioned her hand towards the man. "This is Officer Detective Duncan Virge."
Duncan bowed his head slowly, "A pleasure sir, I brought the notes we have on Daz." He said, moving to place the papers on the desk. "I am also here for any questions you need about him."

---

As the agent disappeared through a few trees she seemed to have disappeared, five minutes went by and she didn't get to the van like she was suppose to.
One of the snipers phone got a video message, which was captioned 'helo'.

The video was of the forest, moving shakily as if whoever was carrying the phone was being carried away; the view of the Agents pack was shown with the contents sprawled on the ground and the technology broken.
As the video went on, the trees around the edges of the video showed signs of webbing. The video stopped shaking after a moment before a large, spiderlike limb stomped in front of the camera and the video cut out.

Benjamin looked up when Steph asked her question. "Three years... I think. I heard Baker Street on the radio once and I knew I wanted to play that. I guess it won't surprise you it's the first tune I learned to play too."
As if he wanted to prove it, or maybe just because he liked it, he played the characteristic tune.

When it was done he lowered the saxophone again. "Of course I can improvise too and that's why jazz appeals to me," he explained and he sat down next to Steph. "Do you have any creative outlets?"

---

The sniper who got the video message watched it to the end, then quickly signalled to the others to gather, send the video to their boss with the caption orders? and let the others watch it too.

Mr. Johnsson nodded to Duncan when he recieved the message. "Excuse me," he said as he watched it without sound. He frowned and typed in an order for the snipers. search for her, groups of three, go to channel 6 and remain in contact with each other at all times. I'm appointing Rudrig as supervisor
After that he made sure Rudrig had all the necessary information and then he turned his attention to Duncan and Harriet again. "Thank you for the information, I will read it through. Before I do that, could you summarize the key factors for me? What is his field of expertise?Is he a regular human? Does he have specific abilities?

---

After getting the order the six snipers split up in two groups and started the search, keeping an eye on any tracks in the ground and an eye on each other. It didn't take long before Rudrig announced he was ready at the control center and had launched a drone to get an overview of the area.

Steph listened happily, closing her eyes as she just focused on the music around her. Her horns slowly pulsed different colours as he played before she reopened her eyes once he had finished.

She was almost taken back when he asked if she had a creative outlet.
"I..." She started, pausing to think about it. "I... Don't really know." She started, she realized that before the Agency, most of her life was stealing and fighting. "I guess... I don't have one?" She gave a small shrug.

---

Duncan smiled before he frowned at the questions about Daz.
"Well." He started, "Daz is expected to be a human- He was a human when we last.. came in contact with him. Now we're... Unsure." He continued, closing his eyes before he breathed in, "We don't know what he's good at; apart from mental manipulation."
"As for specific abilities." Harriet started instead of Duncan, "He's presumably a normal human, despite being able to use the Gems without any problem."

---

The Area that the drone could see was the trees that slowly got webbier and webbier. There was a large tree in the middle that spammed over a lout of the forest canopy.

The Agent struggled against their binds. She rolled over to get a better look at who grabbed her. She almost yelled at the sight of the large Spider-person moving along; the spider-person looked back and his four black eyes narrowed at the Agent.
"Food." They spoke in a language that the Agent couldn't understand. "Stop wriggling, you'll injure yourself and that'll make you taste bad."

"Then we should find you one," Benjamin stated. "It really helps if you have a hobby of some sorts to fall back on, any craft or creative hobby will do. Knitting, model building, music, art." He looked at Steph with the saxophone on his lap. "Is there anything you always wanted to try? We have plenty of free time between the assignments, there is room to explore such things."

---

"Okay," mr. Johnsson said. "At least that's something." He tapped on the file. "I assume an image is in here? I will spread it through the organisation so that everyone, not just our department, will know who to look for." He locked eyes with Duncan. "This mental manipulation, are you talking about a silver tongue, or altering brainwaves?" In his line of work it could mean both, so it was best to ask and be sure instead of assuming one or the other.

---

The snipers sneaked through the forest, getting directions from the supervisor to reach the webbier part. The video had shown a webbed scenery and a spider-like limb, so that is where they had to be. They walked as silent and fast as they could, staying hidden between the trees and using hand symbols to indicate who would do what.
It wasn't long before they reached the outskirts of the webby area and they cautiously moved forward.

Steph sat in silence after Benjamin asked what she wanted to try.
"I..." She started before she paused again, looking to Benjamin, "I don't know." She started, "I've never really been good at a lot of things. I can break into a safe really easily so maybe escape rooms or something." She trailed off before he tapped her foot in thought.

"I've always thought that Model making would be a fun thing to do?" She said, almost questioning her own words. She looked at her hands as she thought to herself about things.

---

"There should be pictures, Yes." Duncan said, his neutral expression unchanging, despite the stare-down from Mr. Johnson. "As for the manipulation, we don't know." He said with a furrowed brow, "We expect it to be something like a Silvertongue, Potentially some sort of blackmail or bribery."

Harriet nodded at Duncan's words, looking at Duncan before looking towards Mr. Johnson, "Unless his... 'Reborn' has caused him to have mind powers but I don't think that's possible."

---

The webs were sticky and strong, instantly gripping onto anything that ever so slightly brushed against it.
A lot of the ground was covered in small patches of leaves and webbing, as if to cover over small holes that could hurt any spiderfolk that either trip or fell down them.

The Spiderfolk pulled the agent up off the ground once he reached the base of the tree, moving to string her up before his ears twitched, turning his head around to listen to the footsteps echoing around.
"Watchers." He whispered as the leaves on the trees slowly quivered, a few larger-than-normal spiders fell from the tree, a few falling onto the Agent, causing her to freak out and start to hyperventilate.
"no no no no no." She uttered under her breath, shaking aggressively to get them off, still not settling as they all moved off towards the other agents.

"Model ships and trains and such?" Benjamin asked. "That is definitely a nice hobby. A friend of mine does that, is into Warhammer and everything, he made some model Star Trek ships." He walked to the window and looked outside. "I like to paint, but that really precise painting is not my thing, I admire those who can do it, sometimes the area's you have to paint are so tiny." He turned around so he could face Steph again. "My parents work with clay and plaster a lot, they do pottery and plaster casting, my father makes it and my mother paints it. I've done a pit of pottery myself, it's fun, but I prefer painting."

---

"That's what I needed to know," mr. Johnson said. "We'll be on the look-out for Daz, I will upload his pictures in the system. If he would happen to contact either of you, let me know. And if you have any updates I will make sure the information in the system will be updated as well. If that was all..."
He politely allowed them to either add to the conversation, bring up a new subject, or leave. But he had nothing further to add.

---

One of the snipers touched a bit of web with his elbow and noticed he got stuck. Two others quickly moved in to help him get unstuck.
"It's unusual webbing," he reported. "Very sticky and strong. We will proceed."
"Large spiders," one of the snipers warned. "They're moving straight toward us."
"That is unusual behaviour," Rudrig warned them. "Proceed with caution and be ready to defend yourself. Shoot to kill."
Each sniper took a gun and moved forward, keeping an eye on the crawlers.

Steph waited for Benjamin to finish speaking before answering his question.
"More like Model cities or houses or something." She started, "Ships sound pretty cool though." She hesitated for a moment, "I've worked with plastercine before, years and years ago. I wasn't the worst at it."
She looked to Benjamin with a small smile, she enjoyed these simple talks, talks that had nothing to do with work.

---

Duncan looked at Harriet, waiting to see if she had anything to add but she stayed silent.
"That was all Sir." Duncan added, "If you need to contact my station or me in general, just call the number on the back of the file and they'll send you through to me if you ask by name." He looked at his phone before he glanced to Harriet. "I have to head off, text me for lunch in the next few days?" He whispered to her before he bowed his head towards Mr. Johnson and moved to walk off.

Harriet hesitated until he was out of the room, bowing her head before leaving for her bedroom. She closed her bedroom door and closed her eyes, breathing out slowly before she moved to send a message out to Gaia.

---

The spiders all scuffled into the shadows, making their way towards the agents.
A few spiders were already in the trees as the Agents seemed to ready themselves, the largest spider silently stringing itself down to the last Agent and strung a thick webby net around their mouth, before trying to pull them up into the trees above.

The Spiderfolk looked over to the Agent, watching her squirming before tilting his head.
"You are... afraid." He mumbled before he moved away from her and disappeared into a webbed nook in the tree.
The Agent wriggled before moving to call out, before another spider slowly strung itself down to her face, spinning around to show it's pulsing thorax, the colours entrancing her.

"You need a lot of room for building model cities, but I love looking at those small-scale buildings or cities." Benjamin stroke the metal of his sax and brought the mouthpiece to his mouth to play another tune, something improvised, a bit of jazz. He could get used to this life, doing some jobs, helping people, sitting back with friends. Spending time with Steph...

---

When the web strung around his mouth he didn't have time to shout, but the sniper didn't let fear get the better of him. Reaching to a holster he grabbed a flare-gun and aimed it up. Pulling the trigger he shot a red flare into the tree.
The others reacted to that and drew closer to each other, all aiming their rifles at their surroundings. "Careful," the team leader said. "Keep your eyes on the trees and each other."
The drone still flew over the forest in search of the agent.

Steph listened to his words and was about to respond before he started to play again. She closed her eyes slowly, her wings flicking as she started to relax again.
She let out a small mumble of happiness, almost falling backwards onto Ben's bed.

---

The Agent seemed to suddenly relax and felt slightly sleepy. All of her fear rushed away, she felt cozy, wrapped up in these soft warm webs. The spider in front of her slowly stopped it's Thorax before slowly dropping onto her chest and crawling down towards the ground, letting out a small string of clicks and whistles.

The Flare freaked the spider out, it scuttled back into the trees and the leaves all seemed to shift and move. The spiders all went back to laying low, waiting for the tension to slowly die out.
Some of the spiders noticed the drone and some of them shuffled deeper into the trees, not wanting to be spotted.

The Drone would have been able to pick up the Agent's position.

As Benjamin played he glanced at Steph a few times, he was glad to see her relaxed and happy. A lot had happened the day before and today, it was good to have a breather now. Maybe it could stay a while this way, there weren't many missions that required his expertise, but he still had the files he had to look through, that was something he'd keep himself busy with for the rest of the day. For now he just wanted to play the sax.

---

When the person operating the drone picked up the agents position he relayed the coordinates to the sniper team. Keeping an eye on the trees above and an eye on the road ahead, the moved in that direction, keeping a close formation.
They moved through the webbed forest, carefully avoiding the web. After one of them had got his arm stuck in the sticky web they knew to be careful with it. After the success with the flare they kept those within hands reach, but they walked with their gun pulled.
"Careful now," the leader said when they were getting close. "We'll have to move in and take out the enemy fast. Everyone ready?"
After getting confirmations, he gave the sign to move forward with his hand.

Steph slowly fell backwards onto Benjamin's bed, the fall shocking her into reality and she jolted forward back to sitting position.
"I'm here." She mumbled out loud as she looked around, looking to the male with a blink before she gave an embarrassed smile.

---

More spiders moved quickly over the agent, slowly coating her entire body and slowly moving over her head before the other agents got to her.

More spiders watched from the shadows, a chorus of angry clicking slowly got louder and louder around the Agents.
The trees ahead of the group slowly shifted to reveal a large, almost metallic looking spider stepping into view.

Benjamin saw Steph lie down and jolt back up and he returned the smile. "I'm glad you are," he said to her. "I'm glad you're able to relax around me like that. And if you want to lie down you can." he sat down on the bed, next to Steph. "It's probably good we don't have any missions planned for the rest of the day, today has been eventful enough, right?"

---

The angry clicking was a concerning sound. With their guns ready they moved forward until they saw the metallic looking spider. Immediately a few snipers kneeled and aimed at the... thing. The others stood behind them, looking at the trees and the large spider ahead.
"Keep your flares ready," the team leader said and a few took their flares. It had proven useful earlier, but everyone just had one round to shoot with.

"We want our agent back!" the team leader said. "Release her and we won't harm you!"
Hopefully they were able to communicate, if not he would give the order to attack.

Stephs face went deep red, "The musics really nice." She started before she sighed softly, "And just being around you is nice, honestly. You have this sort of, relaxing presence." She said before she moved to lie back slowly. "It's been pretty eventful." She agreed, "Some for the good and some for the bad."
Steph closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the real world for a moment, the music had made her mind slowly shift into her imagination. Her tail swayed gently before she opened her eyes with a sigh.
"Do you think they're not giving me missions because I'm a demon?" She finally asked out of the silence.

---

The Large spider watched the Team Leader as they yelled to the beast. It flexed it's fangs before lifting its body up into the air and let out a loud, rumbling chatter before lowering its' head with a small chitter.
When the Chatter was spoken, most of the spiders in the trees slowly dropped to the floor around the Agents and scuttled past them all at a shocking space for such a creature. They disappeared as they traveled under the large spider before they watched the Agents with narrowed eyes.

"Stand down D'keri" A voice came from behind the larger spider, it stepped aside to allow the Spider-male to walk into view. "You are not welcome here." He spoke in broken English, "You are trespassing."

The spiders moved along to pull down the Agent as she was wrapped in the webbing and moved back to slowly bring her to the group.

---

Carl looked at his phone with a small sigh, sitting on the roof of the mansion with a small sigh.
He knew he and Jase had a mission with fucking Morrison later on that day; he closed his eyes and mumbled slightly.
"And of course it's a stupid scouting mission to see what the commotion for the supposed Angel sighting." He grumbled to himself. He sent Jase a text to remind him about the Mission.

Jase watched the sky as his phone buzzed, he looked at the Text and flinched. "Shit." He said to himself, looking at the calendar before he shuddered, "Fuck fuck. Okay. No I'll be fine." He kept his hood over his head and flexed his gloves over his hands.

Benjamin smiled when she complimented him with his relaxing presence, he felt it was a nice thing to say about someone. When she asked her question she frowned. "Well, I can't say. They give Harriet and Gaia missions and they are clearly not human either. I think, like me, your specific skillset is not needed as often as they need the others. I mean, what I can do is not useful in most of the missions that go out, I'll be reading old reports in the hopes I can be useful there. I actually did more important things when I was still with the ghost hunters and there are days I think about returning to them."

---

The leader of the snipers stepped forward as the Spider-male spoke to him in English. "We do not wish to trespass, but you have one of ours and we want her back," he said, keeping the nuzzle of his gun down to show he didn't want to attack. The agents behind him still held their rifles, ready to take aim and shoot when needed. "Release the female you have and we will leave."

---

Morrison checked his watch. "I have another mission," he said to Ethan. "Make sure to rest, at sundown we leave to hunt vampires."
"Yeah, sure," Ethan said. "Thanks."
Morisson gave him a pat on the back. "You're a fine agent, Ethan. You will get far within our organisation."
Ethan beamed with pride and nodded, before returning to target practice.

Morrison went to the cafetaria for a cup of coffee from the vending machine and when he finished that, he went outside and send a text to Jase and Carl to let them know he was ready to leave.

Steph listened to Benjamin's words about the old Job he had. "Ghost hunting sounds interesting." She said with a laugh, "Better than being a thief." She gave a bit of a sigh before she looked around. "If you want to read the reports, I can head to my room so you can have some silence and no distractions..." She said with a tilt of her head.

---

The Spider-male looked towards the Leader and nodded, "The little ones are bringing her to you." He started, the spiders bringing the wrapped up Agent and gently placed her in front of the Leader. "Do not unwrap her." He warned, "She is healing, the webbing will break when she is ready."

The Larger spider watched the smaller spider scuttle past, moving one of it's front legs and moving to pierce one of the smaller ones and squish it into the ground with a bit of a growl. It's eyes moved towards the rest of the Snipers with a low rumble.

---

Carl moved to slide off the roof, moving to gently float down and land not far from Morrison. He glanced towards him with a weakened smile, giving a wave as he walked over to him.
"I can assume Jase hasn't arrived yet?" He asked with a soft tone.

Jase mumbled to himself as he pulled his sleeves down and tried to keep himself wrapped up, although it was rather hot as it is. He hopped down the stairs quickly, slipping and slamming into the ground quietly. He got up with a small snarl, his eyes flexing in colour before returning to normal before he got outside.
"I'm here. I'm sorry." He said, moving to pull his hood up over his face more.
Carl tilted his head slightly as he watched Jase before he just nodded in response, looking towards Morrison. "Shall we?"

"Well I'm not going to read them with you sitting here," Benjamin said. "That wouldn't be polite. "But I'm not going to send you away for them either. None of them are urgent, I was handed them in the same way... a parent can give a kid a toy, it's to keep them occupied." He blew out some air as he thought about it and he turned to face Steph. "If I were to leave and go back to hunting ghosts, would you come with me? Thieving skills are certainly useful in that line of work."

---

"Thank you," the leader said. "Moving out!" he ordered the others. A few agents gently lifted the webbed agent and carried her away, the others stayed in a circle around them and kept an eye on the spiders. The leader of the group nodded to the Spider-male and retreated with the other agents.
"We have her," he reported. "She's still in web, but unwrapping her is dangerous. We're on our way back."
"Very well. I will send the coordinates where a helicopted will pick you up."
"Affirmative." The leader checked his phone and directed the group to the right coordinates, walking in front of the group again.

---

Morrison nodded. "Let's go, I want to get this scouting over with because I have more important things to do later today." He walked to the car and looked back to the other two. "Which one of you will drive? I wasn't given any exact coordinates, just the assignment I had to scout with you."

Steph was taken aback by the question, She had never thought of herself being useful for much, let alone ghost hunting of all things.
"I mean..." She started, how much she wanted to say yes, but she had to think of her own team... Would they allow her to just leave? Harriet and Her had a strange... Unspoken relationship at this point where she wasn't sure if it was wise to break away from the group. "I... I would love to!" She continued, swallowing as she thought for the right words, she seemed to sit for what felt to her like an eternity but it was only a couple minutes, "If Harriet was okay with me leaving though, she is technically counted as the leader of the group but I doubt I'd really be that useful. Most of my thieving skills relied on me being thinner than what... This body is now.." She looked down at her curves for a moment and felt a frown flood over her lips.
She fell silent for a moment, not looking up from her body.

---

The Spider-male watched them leave his territory. He didn't like that they had came so close to the nest, especially with his kind all making nests for their eggs currently. But he had done what he wanted to do- The Agent would be unharmed, but she would be enlightened due to the webs.
"They will surely kill her." The large spider chittered, moving to shake off the smaller spider from it's forelimb and moved to clean its pedipalps as it turned to look towards the spider-humanoid.
"I have hope they do not." He stated rather bluntly, "From her memories she is... Important, in a way. I am hoping it will be a learning lesson for them. Humans need to understand we are not too different from them."

The Agent in the web shifted slightly, the strands easily moving for her to do so. Her body felt numb as changes seemed to happen- Not that she was aware of any of them, she was blissfully asleep.

---

Carl rolled his eyes as him and Jase followed, "Yeah yeah, going to kill some Vampires." He started, hiding his bitter tone, "And we have a dinner date to go to, we all have special plans for tonight." He glanced to Jase with a smile. "You wanna drive?"
Jase shook his head quickly,. "N...No thank you. I'll stay in the back." He replied quickly, which only got more of a frown from Carl before he nodded.
"Then I'll drive." He said, his bitter tone had changed to more of a worried tone since Jase seemed to be a bit off colour. Sure the man was skittish and shy, but something was definitely off.

Jase moved to the back door and slipped in before Morrison could argue against him being in the front, he moved his clothing so that most of his skin was covered and he looked out the window without another word, just waiting for the car to start.

"I'm the leader of my group," Benjamin said. "I don't think the guys will like it if I'll leave, but at least I don't have to ask permission first. And I'm not talking about leaving immediately." He sighed, going with his hand through his hair. "It's just a... back-up plan. Mike and Ethan are immersing themselves in the organisation and get assignments to do. They seem actually useful for the organisation and I'm not. Ghosts aren't even a threat to humans, they move through anything solid. They just are there and the organisation will never be interested in them."

---

"We've got the location marked," the leader heard Rudrig say in his radio. "We will keep an eye on them. I will need a full report from you when you are back at HQ and when the agents is awake I need a full report from her too."
"Roger that. We are on our way to the rendezvous point."
He led his men back to the place where a helicopter would pick them up.

---

Morrison glanced at Carl, and then at Jase when he said he'd sit in the back. He shrugged and went to the passenger seat, he couldn't care less where he had to sit as long as this mission would be over soon.
"Supposed Angel sighting," he said. "Do we have more details? All I heard was that I had to investigate that with you two."