Currently, there were three girls, one boy, and a dog on the deck at The Charles Townsend Agency. Of the group, the dog was the only one in their right mind
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"I'd say good morning," Bosley said, adjusting a tie that wasn't there, "but I'd hate to steal Charlie's thunder. If the thunder ever rolls in," he added quickly, checking his non-existent watch again. "We're a little behind schedule, but nothing we can't get back on track."
"That's what I'm worried about," Bosley replied. He stood up and adjusted his jacket, even though he wasn't wearing a jacket. "Angels, you'd better prepare yourselves. This mission is going to get personal."
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