[center][hr][h1][color=crimson][b]U S A G E N T[/b][/color][/h1][hr][/center]

As John stared into the eyes of the murderous animal, all he could think about was the circus he now found himself in. He wasn't sure what to expect when his first 'mission' right out of the coffin was looking for some hairy beast in the forest. He was amazed by his renewed leg and with that miracle coupled with the not-so-subtle hints from his coworkers, John had been duped into believing he was actually going to have a confrontation with Bigfoot. 
[i][color=#2e2c2c] FOOL[/color][/i]
John was feeling pretty stupid to say the least. All this Bigfoot turned out to be was a circus bear with a penchant for walking upright and being too comfortable around people. That being said, the giant looked anything but gentle at the moment as it thrashed at its container and tried to get its claws on John again.
[i][color=#2e2c2c] FOOLHARDY[/color][/i]
[i]Again.[/i] How had he survived the bear attack let alone wrestle it into that cage? John smiled as he turned away from the cage and ran his hand along the large gash in his suit. Whatever those eggheads at ARGUS did to him made him a new man. He had a new lease on life and, as foolish as he felt, he felt better than ever physically. 
[i][color=#2e2c2c] BACK TO YOUR TASK, HERO[/color][/i]
[color=crimson]"Back to base then? Seems like Whinnie's ready to go back home."[/color] John asked an ARGUS agent, furiously tapping away at an old tablet and reacting with an eye roll to John's joke.

"No dice Bat Lash. The brass uptop want you to go with the other agents to bring the bear back. It's good to have the poster-boy seen saving the cat from the tree so to speak."

[color=crimson]"Are you messing with me? All the quips and bringing the bear back to the circus? No way they want me on-"[/color]
[i][color=#2e2c2c] SILENCE[/color][/i]
The agent just gave John a stern stare, never ceasing his typing. Match his gaze with a glare, John sustained it for a couple moments before breaking off and heading back towards the bear cage that was now being hoisted onto the back of a truck. The bear, now succumbing to the sedatives it had been shot full of, was sluggishly still pawing at the lock on its cage but to no avail. On his way by, John smacked the bear's hand back inside its cage in frustration and hopped up into the passenger seat of the truck.
[i][color=#2e2c2c] SMARTEN UP. SHOW THEM YOU CAN FOLLOW ORDERS[/color][/i]
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An hour or so later and no closer to civilization, the top of the main circus tent came into view. John's sour attitude had mellowed out and he'd settled into the motions; drop off the bear, look good for onlookers and maybe make it back to base in time for movie night. 

The circus itself wasn't much to gawk at once you got closer. From afar it was all spotlights and stripes, a real throw-back to the 1930-something circuses people think of when you say the word 'circus'. People (mostly adults at this hour) went about their business as the government vehicle drove down the well worn path clearly intended for foot-traffic.

"The animal handler's supposed to meet us behind the big tent." the driving agent chirped in John's direction. "We'll just help move the bear over to it's enclosure and make tracks. Shouldn't take more than a couple minutes." 
[i][color=#2e2c2c] MORE OR LESS. LIKELY MORE. THERE IS THE STENCH OF SORCERY HERE.[/color][/i]
John just nodded along, giving a smile out the window at the naturally curious crowd. Something about this place felt off to John though; maybe it was still all the supernatural bigfoot-hype making its way through his system but that didn't change the fluttering feeling he was getting deep in his gut. 

Finally pulling around to the back of the large big-top tent, John was out of the truck and out the door before it had fully come to a stop. With a confident stride, John met with the man who he presumed to be the animal handler and who had emerged from a dilapidated RV. 
[i][color=#2e2c2c] SHOW-TIME.[/color][/i]
"You found Balo! Thank goodness he's safe! When I let the officers know he escaped I was sure I was just going to be getting his remains but here he is!" Bonnie exclaimed. 

Despite his thanks, Bonnie's focus was more on the bear, giving John a polite out to look over the odd man. Standing at just around 6 feet, Bonnie was ripped as shown by his open coat (sporting a nametag written in cursive) and lack of shirt underneath. A fine but thick slathering of short, un-impressive hair layed on his tan, leathery head which also sported his mouth that drooped into an odd, toothless but open smile and he basked in the presence of the bear. After getting his quick fill of gawking, John snapped himself back to the task at hand; branding.
[i][color=#2e2c2c] VERY PERCEPTIVE.[/color][/i]
[color=crimson]"Of course not. If there's any shot to help one of God's creatures get back home safe and sound, USAgent'll take it."[/color]
[i][color=#2e2c2c] VERY PUERILE.[/color][/i]
Bonnie finally turned his attention to John asking: "Who's-"

[color=crimson]"That's me. I'm USAgent. Here to help"[/color]