Fredrick...the Doll Catcher?

Fredrick strode out of the opera hall. His expression suddenly shifted from polite and pleasant to hard and focused. As he walked, his mind was alive with energy.

"Talk to me." He said.

"You were the agent assigned to this one." A soft feminine voice replied. "We just got a ping from her on the grid. Salazar wanted to try to pick her up without you, but I insisted that we follow the procedure and call you."

"Good. If Salazar so much as asked you for a paper clip, you need to call me." Fredrick sneered. Salazar was the division's junior most agent, which meant that he was always trying to sneak in ahead of the agents with actual experience, all to rack up notches on his belt to show come promotion time. If it came at the cost of disrupting the senior agents? Well, Salazar had shown no compunction about that.

"Of course, Master Fredrick." The feminine voice at the other end of the line obediently replied.

He walked out of the Opera hall, ignoring the antiquated carriage loading bay, to go right for the car bay. As he approached, a driverless car pulled up to the side of the road.

"Base-CPU log me into Az while I'm on my way."

Fredrick stepped into the driverless car and assigned in the destination of the ping. Then, he made the head jump to Az. Suddenly, he was seeing and hearing sensations totally different from those of his own body. Az's head turned, and Fredrick got a sweeping view of the crumbling streets of the slums. Graffiti and concrete everywhere, with shoddy buildings piled high into the sky. This was where the escaped doll was hiding...The only question was how she'd escaped the grid?

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