Corbin, Kiara, and Caesar were at his house eating macaroni and tomato sauce. "So why did you invite us here?" asked Corbin. "Well, to be frank. I'm going into hiding." said Caesar. Corbin and Kiara were surprised. "Has he learned who you are?" asked Kiara. "Presumably. I'm going to be staying with a close cousin until Cain is taken care of. Don't worry. my men will still provide me with information that I can provide you."

"This has been some day, huh? After Person's defeat, we'll soon be confronting his boss. How are you feeling?" asked Corbin. "I feel more than ready. It would've been one thing if he just targeted me. But to go after my family? My little brothers?! I can't just let human trash like him keep his power. And you?" asked Kiara. "This is my first fight as a Convocation Agent where I'll have to be alone. But you trained me well. I won't let you down. Nor you Caesar. I know you risked a lot helping us." said Corbin. "Well, hey. My father did teach me that this profession is full of danger. If anything, I'm just priming myself for what's to come." After dinner, Kiara bumped fists with Corbin.

The next day, Kiara was watching as Corbin tried to control his shadow. The shadow threw many quick punches at the air and did a backflip. "Nice. Nice. Alright, let's see how combat capable it is. Try fighting it." "Seems a bit weird, but ok." Corbin faced his shadow and they clashed fists. Corbin blocked a right hook from his shadow while it managed to block his left sweep. Their blows were evenly matched and countered. "Ok, ok. But now let's see how you do against me."

Kiara stepped in to face Corbin's shadow. "Let's test how well you can maintain your shadow's integrity as it gets attacked." said Kiara. She launched bioelectricity at it. Corbin did everything he could to ensure that it didn't break apart. His focus unwavering, he tried to make his shadow attack her. However, the slightest movement made his concentration waver, causing the shadow to return back to its original position. "Man. Really thought I'd be able to slug you in the face. Guess I still need more training." Kiara looked down at him and smiled. "True, but you're doing really good. How about a break? Let's get something to eat with the rest of the gang."

The Swarm were at a restaurant outside. Kiara was eating Tagliatelle al Ragù, Andrew was eating a cheeseburger with fries, Natalia had Lihapullat, and Corbin was eating Filet Mignon. "Hey, Lupa. There's still something about you I wanna know." "What's that?" "Why did you become a Convocation Agent in the first place?" asked Corbin. "Well, the funny thing is, I didn't want to be. Or more accurately, it wasn't my first option. Remember how I said my fascination with danger was the result of spying on criminals? Well, after that event, we moved from Naples to Boca Raton. However, I wanted a chance to be able to experience the feelings I had during that time, so I took up photography so I could immortalize any memories of danger I could create. That led to me becoming a photojournalist for The White Hawk Bulletin."

Flashback to a few years ago with Kiara sitting in an office typing up a story. All of a sudden, her boss came inside. "Galvani, where the hell have you been?" "I've been chasing a story. I managed to schedule an interview with a former cult member. Can't wait to dig this up." Her boss sighed and put his hand on his face. "Don't you think you're getting way in over your head? Look, you're good at the job, all right? But you'd be a lot better if you stuck to the stories I assigned you. Now last time I checked, you were supposed to be writing an article on the snowstorm in Pembroke. "Fine." Kiara said, sighing. "Come on, how is that not exciting? South Florida hasn't experienced a snowstorm since the Christmas of '01. Look, I get you don't like this, but I'd prefer this over almost dying every day."

"I wasn't exactly fond of stories like that. Eventually, I decided that rather than stick to my assigned stories, I'd go in search of some more fun." Kiara was at an abandoned building and witnessed a shooting happen between two gangs. She snapped a picture of the event. Unfortunately, one gang member spotted her. She took out her gun and put him down, but not before shooting her three times, forcing her to the ground.

Weeks later, Kiara arrived at her office, only to see a box with a note that said 'Clear room'. She went to her boss' office holding the box. "What's this all about?" asked Kiara. "Look, I'm sorry, but you're being let go. It's quite clear that you're far too obsessed with getting yourself killed to follow basic instructions. Now, I wouldn't be able to rest easy if I continued to let you try and destroy yourself." "Do you have any idea the amount of near-death experiences I've been in?" "I'm more familiar than I want to be. Look, just go, alright? Maybe you'll be able to come back once you learn to actually take care of yourself." Kiara scowled at him, but left the room upset.

"Since I didn't learn my lesson, I decided to join the Convocation because they were usually the main focus of my stories. Or I suppose to shed more clarity, any story I did was bound to involve them in some way. I figured joining them would put me way closer to the action." "Wow. That's incredible. You've gone through so much. Have you recently considered talking to your old boss again?" "I suppose it's a worthwhile idea. That said, I'd like to take down Cain first. It's probably better that I ensure I'm the only one Cain wants to kill. What about you? Why did you decide to join the Convocation?"

Corbin poked his last piece of Filet Mignon with his fork. "It's because this job gives me the right to actually fight back. It all started with private school." Flashback to many years ago when Corbin was a child in kindergarten. He was talking with his classmates at lunch and getting along with them. He was enjoying himself at recess and went down the slide when he stepped in some mud. A boy stood next to him and pushed him to the floor, causing him to fall face-first into sand. The boy couldn't help but keep laughing at him. Corbin tried to push himself up, but he felt his hands sink into the sand deeper.

"It was unbearable. He treated everyone like that, but picked on me the most was because I was the youngest in our class. Since I didn't need preschool, I was able to enter kindergarten at age 4. And as you could tell, he bullied me using his Factor to control the earth. To make matters worse, I couldn't defend myself against him since his parents were the highest donors to our school. Whenever someone tried, they got in big trouble." "Amazing. I didn't realize you were that smart." said Andrew. "I was above average, mainly a B-rank student. I had to deal with him until 2nd grade. Eventually, the principal couldn't handle all the complaints and decided that the money from his family wasn't worth it. I'd say that built up my disdain for victimizers. But what pushed me to this job was an event that happened shortly after he left."

Corbin was at a gala with his parents. On the stage arrived a magician. "For my first act, I'll need a volunteer!" The magician saw many hands go up but focused on Corbin. “You, young boy! Come on up here.”

“Why does he want me for? I don’t wanna go.” “Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fun.” said Agatha. Corbin went on up to the stage. However, the magician immediately grabbed him, lifted him up, and put a knife to his face, shocking the whole crowd. “For my first trick, I’ll make 1,000,000 dollars from each table disappear into my account.”

“Stop this right now. He’s just a kid!” said a voice somewhere. The voice revealed himself in front of the man. “And who are you?” “I’m an agent of The Convocation.” The agent generated a bow and arrow and killed the man by slinging an arrow through his head before he could do anything, causing Corbin to be released. He ran back to his mom and dad scared and relieved. “I’m sorry, kid. You shouldn’t have had to experience this.” said the agent.

"Seeing him take out that scumbag showed me a way I could stop victimizers without getting punished." said Corbin. "Wait a minute. A purple bow and arrow of energy. That's Drake Lister! You met him?" said Natalia. "Yeah. Is he still alive?" "He is. Not only that, he's at Commodore rank." she said. Corbin couldn't help but smile with pride. "Man, he's so cool. I'd love to meet him someday." "If you want, I can arrange a meeting. You'll be pleasantly surprised to learn that he was on our team once." said Andrew. "Oh, I already knew that. It's the reason I even chose this team in the first place. I asked Director Watson about him. But I'm not worthy to meet him yet. I'll do it when the time comes."

"There's another thing I want to ask. Why were you at a gala?" asked Kiara. Corbin chuckled a little. "That's because I come from a rather distinguished family. My father is the neurosurgeon Nicholas Violette, but my mother is Agatha Fountaine, now Agatha Violette." "Wait a minute. You just pronounced your surname differently." said Andrew. "I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't wish to deceive you all. It's just that I prefer to not flaunt my status. Besides, I wanted to be sure you'd like me for me." "Oh, it's okay. Don't worry, we won't take advantage of you." said Natalia. Corbin smiled at her. "Thank you for understanding. All of you."

Crocodile was sitting in a bench outside reading poetry when he received a phone call. "Zoocreeper, how'd the search go?" "Unfortunately, Caesar isn't here at all. His car isn't in the parking lot and it's as if he's left town." Crocodile closed his poetry book and stood up. "Damn it. That means he really was leaking information. Why else would he leave as we started getting suspicious? I bet there are plenty of goons left over from Rossi's territory who have been helping him. After all, I doubt those dagos would take so kindly to their worthless boss being replaced." said Crocodile. He hung up the phone and sat down, pondering. "Convocation agents working with the Mafia. It's just the same story all over again." 

Flashback to many years ago with Crocodile in 6th grade. He was in a playground about to go down a slide when he felt a flick to the back of his head and heard laughing.  Angry, he beat them all up without any warning, causing him to be suspended for a week. While he was in his room reading, his older sister knocked on the door. "Come in." She entered the room looking exhausted. "Come on, Tyson. This is the 3rd time this month. Don't you have any self-control?" "Ask that to those stupid kids. If they didn't bother me, I wouldn't bother them. It's not like I turned into a monster." "From how I've understood it, bothering someone meant trying to get their attention when they're on the phone, not leaving them with serious bruises. Look, the only reason those kids make fun of you is because they want to make you mad. And when you get mad, they win."

"How is it winning when I break their jaws?" asked Tyson. His older sister sat down next to him on his bed and put her hand on his shoulder. "If you just do as they expect, they'll think they can just keep provoking you and you might end up dealing with a punishment much worse than suspension. Next time you feel like attacking someone, ask yourself if they're even worth the trouble. And if not, don't bother with them." Tyson looked down and thought about it. "Ok."

When Tyson walked into school, some kids noticed him and backed away. He was taking a test but wasn't making much progress due to not understanding the material. After class, he received his test and got a 41 on it. He later spent countless nights studying trying to keep up with his schoolwork. Afterwards, all grades he made were nothing but As and Bs. A few years later, he dropped out of school and was at a billiards club. He was hanging with some friends when he noticed a new guy and approached him. "Hey, you look new. Can we play a game together?" "Shouldn't you play with someone of your skill level?" "That's what I'm trying to do. I'm not really good at this game. I figure against someone new I might stand a chance." "Alright, but if I'm going against someone bad, I at least want some excitement. How about $20 per ball?" Tyson's face was surprised and he stepped back. "Woah, that's way too much!" "It's either that or you can keep on losing." One of Tyson's friends walked up to him. "Dude, just play against me. I'll go easy on you." 

"Shut up, Brendan." said Tyson. He brushed him aside, set up the balls, and got ready. "I'll do this. And I won't back down. You?" "Please, I won't back down. No matter what." Tyson held his cue stick rather strangely, causing his friend to grimace. He made the first shot, but barely spread the balls out. "Aw man. I should really work on that." The new guy went up and hit a solid into the hole. "Ha, this'll be almost too easy. You should really get a different game to enjoy." Tyson went to cue and managed to hit three stripes in. The new guy was surprised and stupefied while Tyson put on a dark grin. He proceeded to not only hit his balls in, but also his opponent's balls as well. Before long, the game was over and Tyson had $300 in his hand.

Back at the apartment, Tyson and Brendan entered laughing hysterically. "Man, that sucker's probably never gonna want to play pool again." said Brendan. "Honestly, I needed someone like him. All the noobs who've shown up have been way too humble. It feels nice crushing someone who thinks they're hot shit, right Bren?" asked Tyson. "You said it. When you landed those shots in, he was like 'Duurrh.' He was pretty much like a caveman who discovered fire for the first time." Tyson counted up the money and gave Brendan his half. Three other guys who were living with them heard the two and showed up wondering what was up. "Guys, have I got a story for you."

A few months later, Tyson drove to a mansion and parked outside. He got out and couldn't help but marvel at the size of the place. He knocked on the door and it was opened by Gilroy. "You must be the help. Where's the big guy?" asked Crocodile. "He's on the rooftop. Try to be friendly." said Gilroy. 

Tyson arrived on the rooftop and found Cain beating up on a sandbag. "So you're the one, huh? Crocodile, right?" "I'm not here to admire the place." "Heh heh. Well, I summoned you here because I want you as my underboss." "Why me?" "A year before Rossi died, you and your gang led the most attacks on his territories and are still alive. And from what I heard through the grapevine, you apparently did it because you hate the idea of the Italian Mafia. Is that right?" 

"It's damn right. Those sons of bitches separated me and my brother. Even if it's not the same people, making anyone connected to that idea suffer is enough for me. When I was a kid, my older brother was killed by a Mafia boss' son. And instead of him getting punished, that son was actually having a lunch with a Convocation Agent. It made me so angry that I became enough of a problem child and I was sent from Louisiana to live with my sister here. I dropped out of school because despite how well I was doing, staying up until 1:00 am in the morning stopped being worth it." 

"Well, in that case, you'll fit right in. The only reason I even have this Mafia is because I took it from the corpse of a stupid wop. Join me, and we'll make a more profitable crime family than those stupid dagos could ever hope to accomplish. "Sure thing, but I want my friends to receive protection under your name. And I want us to send some money over to my community. After all, Convocation instruments can't be counted on to ensure its prosperity." Tyson and Cain shook hands, sealing the deal. 

Back in the present, Tyson got out his phone to make a call to Cain. "What did he find?" asked Cain. "Nothing. Caesar's totally gone. Why'd you let him live in the first place?" "I wanted him to watch what would've been his be taken over by someone far better and far more deserving. Something tells me we may have to encounter those agents again. I really hope Zoocreeper and Liqour Don can eliminate them because I'm really dreading the prospect of facing them myself."