ROXANNE GRAHAM BRANSON'S POV: At Marding's Bed & Breakfast in Dublin...

I parked myself outside the Bed & Breakfast and saw a pub nearby. It seemed like an excellent place to relax and enjoy my tea, allowing me to forget about yesterday's events. As an agent and a fiercely independent Irish woman car, I rarely allowed myself to feel guilty for my actions. Yet, here I am, a nagging sense of my uneasiness for not inviting Finn McMissile to join me in the pub. I sipped my tea, trying to dispel the unwelcome thoughts. Despite not letting anyone get in my way, I can't help feeling guilty for not inviting Finn McMissile to join, and I know I 'promised' our boss that I would get along. Ha! It's never gonna happen, British Laddie. However, I know I shouldn't feel this way. Let alone wanting company, and here I am relaxing in a pub while stressed about a simple but handsome- Okay! Not. gonna. Happen.

Capish? Good.

Glancing across the room, I noticed four Lemon cars parked at a table, engaged in a hushed conversation. My spy instincts kicked in, and she discreetly activated a gadget on her rearview mirror to eavesdrop on their discussion: 'No interruptions. How I like it.' I thought before hiding a sly smirk towards my reflection since I couldn't afford any interruptions, especially not from Finn McMissile. A sly smirk played on my lips as I ordered an oil pint mixed with whiskey and had it sent over to the Lemon cars.

However, I soon realized that it was wiser to maintain my cover hiding. So, I casually strolled to the restaurant across the street, smirking at their bewildered expressions. Later, I opted to forward the video evidence to our manager. "This is Agent Lucky, and I have footage of Lemons I think you'd like. Agent McMissile was not with me now, but I got it." I sent the message and the footage to our boss and headed out, patrolling the area for any more Lemons: 'Please don't let there be air raids tonight.' In my mind, I pleaded for Mother Gaia to be nice tonight so I could get proper sleep other than the nightmares I have been having since World War 2 began. While I am confident in my ability to look after myself, the idea of causing my parents distress was unsettling. 

Eventually, I returned to my small Bed and Breakfast and headed to my room to review the footage. I worked hard to decipher their words when I heard a knock at my door.

A/N #2 (Kili_Simp22): I know it's not much, but I thought, "Why not let there be a cliffhanger?"

A/N (me): Perfect!