A New Threat

Director Groan arrived at the Command Center looking a bit worn out, to which all the agents guessed was due to his hardworking nature.

"What's the situation?" he asked.

"A new Cryptid has made its way to Pleaseville," one of the agents spoke, "We've identified a high Cryptid energy signal coming from a man that just came in from the interstate. Pictures identify a man by the name of Jared Johnson Jonesson."

"Jonesson..." Director Groan said to himself, "Doesn't ring any bells... who could this Cryptid be?"

"There's a possibility that the Cryptid can mask itself to look like a regular human," another agent said, "Another possibility is that it's a ghost-type, and can possess other people."

"Hmmm, for now it seems like we need to capture Jared Jonesson," he spoke, "Get me Agent Busty, now!'

"Sir yes sir!" the agents echoed.

The tension at the base was at all time high. Everyone remembered how it took a literal miracle for them to apprehend Wendigo. On top of that, this Cryptid was walking amongst the citizens of Pleaseville. Missions involving the public were always carried much more risk and danger to S.M.U.T. operatives. However, Agent Busty was no normal agent, and soon enough she was suited up and ready to go.

"Agent Busty, we've prepared a gadgets for the off chance that this Cryptid is a ghost type," one of the agents said to her as they walked toward the garage where a motorcycle was prepared for her drive to Pleaseville.

Billie Busty was wearing civilian clothes this time, a black leather jacket and pants, with a white shirt, as to not tip off the residents of Pleaseville that she was some sort of government operative.

The agent handed her a pair of high tech looking handcuffs.

"These handcuffs can capture ghosts, you can handcuff the person they're possessing, or just directly handcuff the ghost itself!" the agent exclaimed, "Best of luck on your mission Agent Busty."

"Thank you," she hid the handcuffs on a secret inner jacket pocket and got on the motorcycle.

Billie's hair whipped in the wind as she made her way toward Pleaseville. Her eyes filled with nothing but focus as she rode on ahead.