Hunter slipped around a corner and leaned against the wall. He was breathing heavily. A whir of purple ink flew by, and Hunter ducked into his ink. A figure came around the corner, an octoling, an octarian with the ability to take a humanoid form like inklings. Hunter jumped up and splatted the octoling and scurried towards the next checkpoint. He threw a bomb around the next corner and heard footsteps retreating so he hurried on. He quickly grabbed the zapfish and returned to the Octo Valley.
"Good work, Agent 3! It's dark now, so it's probably best if you headed on home." Cuttlefish praised, taking the zapfish from Hunter. Hunter gave back the gear and went back through the manhole to the plaza. He slowly walked home in the dark. Today had been his third day on the job with the Cap'n, and his sister was better now, so she'd be playing turf wars again. How was he supposed to hide this from her? He decided to figure it out in the morning, and when he got home he got an earful from his parents for being home late and then he hit the hay and quickly fell asleep. He knew tomorrow would probably be even more chaotic then than today.