Two Weeks Later...

"I refuse to work with a dog," Chloe grumbled, her tail lashing side to side in irritation. Sighing as he walked alongside her, Nelson looked over at the young tabby. "I suggest you just go with it Atlanta. That way, it's easier for everyone," the golden retriever advised. The cat merely hissed at him in reply.

"Friendly, isn't she Nelson?" a pitbull in a black suit similar to Nelson's commented as he headed towards them. "Yeah, she's probably the friendliest feline I have ever met Marty. Where's Dante?" Nelson replied. Chloe just watched the pair in cold silence. Sitting down, the pitbull known as Marty answered his comrade's question, "I have him on the... other mission..." He somewhat whispered the last part but Chloe could still hear him. Shaking himself, Marty continued, "And I think we should give our newest agent a chance."

"Who now?" Chloe demanded, her green eyes narrowing slightly. All of the sudden, she saw something jump down from the rafters high above her head. The figure landed gracefully on their feet and were wearing a white ninja suit. One couldn't even see their eyes with the black sunglasses they had one.

"Atlanta," Nelson piped up, "Meet the White Warrior."