Alright, as usual, here's another chapter. As more goes on, more secrets could come out of nowhere…oh, wait, I shouldn't be giving hints for later in the story. Anyways, enjoy the new chapter!

The park staff was informed by Rigby, Margaret, and Eileen of Mordecai's possible whereabouts at the Aletheia Corporation. Benson was thankful for them to have gotten their hands on this information.

"Now, we'll head over, see if he's there, and force him to come back!" said Benson, chuckling slightly.

"But…" said Margaret, hesitating at what she would say, "…if he got an employment there, you would have to speak to his boss."

"…Even then, making them let him go isn't easy." Said Eileen.

Rigby laughed, "PFFT! I can do anything to get him back with us! I'm his best friend, y'know." He said.

"I don't know," said Eileen, "Aletheia is one of the biggest and richest corporations in the world. Finding out what department he could be working in would take quite a bit time…if he did get a job there, which we'd better hope not…"

At that moment, Margaret's husband, Paul, appeared, "Hey, sweetie. What's been going on?" he asked Margaret.

"Hey, Paul. We were just talking about finding our missing friend." Said Margaret.

Paul raised a brow, "That Mordecai dude? He's still gone?"

Margaret nodded, "Yeah, and I have hunch of what he might have done…I just hope I'm wrong." She said.

"Margaret," said Eileen, "you shouldn't focus on the worst-case scenario. It's not always like that! We could hope for the best, and it might work!"

Paul took Margaret's hand, "Just keep your chin up. We'll know soon enough." He said.

Margaret smiled and hugged Paul, "Thanks." She said, just before giving him a quick kiss.

"So," said Paul after Margaret released him, "what do you have to go on?"

Margaret pulled out the Aletheia business card from her pocket, "We think he went to this place." She said, showing Paul the card.

Paul suddenly frowned, and his breathing became noticeably faster, "…Th…the Aleth-theia…C-C-Corpora-ation…?" he stammered, swallowing afterwards. His fingers trembled.

Margaret narrowed her eyes, "What's wrong? You look worried." She asked.

Paul quickly recollected himself, "…Nothing. Everything's good." He said.

Margaret didn't say anything else. They quickly joined Benson and the rest of the staff to discuss what to do next.

(XXXX)

On the day following his training, Mordecai awoke to find Mia in the kitchen. She appeared to be mixing and cooking something.

"Hey, Mia." Said Mordecai.

Mia turned around, "Oh, Mordecai, you're awake!" she said, brightly. She set down a ladle she was using into a bowl, "Do you like pancakes?" she asked.

"Definitely." Said Mordecai. Back at the park, he might have said "Yeeeeeah, I do!", but for some reason, the absence of Rigby has sedated his child-like and irresponsible persona, and has awakened his naturally mature state.

"Alright," said Mia, "they'll be ready in a few minutes." And with that, she resumed stirring and occasionally adjusting the stove, "So, how'd it go yesterday?" she asked.

"Well, I did some training, and have been accepted into A.T.L.A.S." he said, proudly.

Mia's eyes widened, "You're an agent now? That's great! So, today is where they assign you to your squad and issue you your weapons."

"So, what squad are you in?" Mordecai asked.

"Well," Mia began, "I was placed into the A.T.L.A.S. Bravo Team originally, but I was then put in the Alpha Team due to a lack of agents in other squads. Apparently, they had to fill up the first ones of the alphabet to make room in the others."

"Huh," said Mordecai, "I didn't know they would just change you around at random. I didn't think it would work like that."

Mia shrugged, "Well, none are different than the others…with the exception of different mission records and Captains' logs, which agents aren't really concerned about." She said, "As for the Alpha Team, we're currently working to catch some dude who has caused major problems in every department in Aletheia."

"Really?" said Mordecai, amazed, "Who?"

"I can't say." She said, "I cannot give information to anybody outside of the Upper Squad, that being the top five in the alphabet. If you do get put into one of them, I'll tell you, 'kay?"

Mordecai nodded, "Alright, I gotcha."

Mia took the pancakes off of the stove, and served about four of them to Mordecai. Mordecai was so anxious for his first day on the job that he ate quite fast and erratically. This was definitely going to be better than having to painstakingly mow a vast lawn, pick up trash off sidewalks, paint a house, or any boring, insignificant work. Now that he's an agent, he has the power to tell even Benson what to do, rather than having it be the other way around, like all these years.

I know, short chapter. With where the plot's going, I figured this chapter would be more brief. Well, for now, that's it. More will be added later on; stay tuned. Keep holding on…