Inside, Jamack was livid.

Despite his insistence with excusing the now-captured humans' punishment despite attacking and humiliating him in front of his colleges. Despite protest from Harris and an angry lecture from his employer Mrs. Sartori, he reinforced his reluctance in taking their lives.

Why?

Their 'capture quota' in the human department was rather impressive, after all. Scarlemange wouldn't have so much as batted an eye in their direction in the slightest, should he have found out. That's how good they were at what they had managed to do in their collaboration with the mandrill's schemes. It was just another payday for them all.

So what was the harm in a little indulgence into some punishment?

Well, it would have been unprofessional, of course!

Jamack had prided in the way he presented himself. Every step, and every word. Every piece of lint was evaluated and removed. In almost all he did, he seldom left himself unchecked. So why would he let some scumbag human's poor attempts at verbal insult and a lucky, disgusting spit at his face break his stride?

Jamack continued staring out into the distance with his fist rested against his head as he continued listening in to his partners-in-business consorting nearby.

"...and after that, never heard from em' again." Harris finished. He let out a chuckle, resting his eyes onto Jamack. "What about you? Did you have a nice send off from your parents? Or were they as nice to you as you were to those humans?"

Jamack wouldn't have admitted that what his colleague said had actually struck a nerve...at least not so easily. So he chose to ignore it and replied in a faintly sour tone.

"Never knew them. Was out on my own for as long as I can remember."

Harris's expression softened, much to Jamack's surprise.

"Geez man, sorry about that."

Harris approached him and leaned against the tall rock he sat upon. "Listen. I say we crack open a good cold one whenever we can get the chance. Let loose some stuff. I think it's best for the both of us."

Although Jamack's vision remained fixated into the distance, he replied.

"Yeah, sure. As long as the drinks aren't expired."

Then, the familiar sound of techno-buzzing.

Harris and Jamack turned back towards where Kwat and Mrs. Sartori resided to find a singular techno bee hovering from above. A couple dozen flashes of lights and slightly irritating sounds made Sartori's eyes go wide. Just as quickly as they narrowed with a smile to match.

"Time to pack it in here, fellas. We've got us another batch of humans."

" You need to do some soul-searching."

The words kept sneaking up inside Jamack's mind every so often ever since he heard the purple-skinned human say them to him. To be honest, he was rather impressed that that girl was able to evade his capture for so long. And not only that, but keep her friends safe with her. As much as it irked him, he always gave credit where it was due.

"Kipo..." Jamack mulled over silently through gritted teeth as he eyed the upcoming rusted street sign.

Tires skid left against the pavement of the road in haste as he sped up.

"He said they were right past the old human supermarket and down Blight Street Dr...we shouldn't be long." Jamack stated, mostly to himself as his Mod Frog companions recovered from the sudden whiplash.

"Just make sure we get there with limbs intact, lest you fling us all through the car windows!" Sartori shot to Jamack, baring her teeth angrily.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you even wearing a seat belt?" Jamack replied simply, eyes continuously set straight forward on the road.

Mrs. Sartori looked down and further narrowed her eyes, slowly and wordlessly pulling the belt buckle around her waist and bringing it into it's latch. Jamack couldn't hold back the smile as he heard a click.

"We're almost there."

As they got closer to where they were informed their targets would be settled, the Mod Frogs noticed that the road had finally come to an end. Jamack put his feet on the breaks, stopping the car on the last stretch of pavement next to the woodlands where their mission would finally begin. Jamack exited first, making sure his tie and suit were presentable enough, as always. It was simply pure instinct to do so at this point.

"Well," Kwat spoke up. "Here we are."

Jamack led beside Sartori as she hovered above, her two mute fly assistants carrying her forward from below. They passed a few trees before the suspected house was eventually revealed. Jamack scanned the building as quickly as he could manage before they would finally begin their approach.

'The windows are boarded up, but the wood used looks pretty fresh...it was done recently. Someone's definitely been here if they aren't still.' Jamack internally inspected.

Harris branded his trusty nail bat proudly as he followed Sartori and Jamack's decision to finally come out into the clearing, making themselves clear and known. Hovering higher above the ground with a commanding snap of her fingers, Mrs. Sartori's fly assistants followed her unordered command to rise her form to the building's second-floor height.

And with a mighty voice, she spoke.

"Humans! I know you're hiding about inside. I need you to listen closely...if you don't reveal yourselves, we're going to force our way inside. Regardless of wha-"

Satori stopped speaking after noticing something poke out a gap in one of the boarded windows.

Jamack noticed too, but caught another singular detail. It was something green and lengthy moving slightly beside the edge of the house. And it wasn't a snake. It seemed to continue and disappear around the other side. Then it clicked in Jamack's head.

"Satori! Get back, it's a water hose!"

His boss looked back at Jamack in slight confusion. "Wha-"

A sudden, high-pressure struck Sartori's side and knocked her off of her supporting fly assistants. She spun dazed in the air but needed no help in landing safety. Sartori shot out her tongue on instinct, getting a good grip on a nearby tree branch and re-leveled herself with the earth. She landed in a maddening glare towards the house as she stood drenched in water.

"You damn little fuc-" Sartori started, but was cut off by something flying out of the the now, unboarded window.

The spherical object was on a straight path towards the Mod Frog boss, but Harris was quick to jump in and swat it with his bat. Unfortunately for him, it turned out to be a snow globe. The liquid contained inside splattered against Harris's suit.

"Seriously!?" Harris responded, trying in vain to wipe and dry his newly-ruined attire.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous." Jamack said, rubbing his temple at the chaos unfolding in front of him.

Jamack stepped forward and gripped the collar of his suit. He strutted forward with a clear sense of confidence and bravado as he fixated his eyes towards the now-open window.

"Humans, humans, there's no need for violence! I understand that you're not...exactly willing in simply giving yourselves up. But I promise you, if you work with us peacefully and professionally, we can make this so, soo much easier. We won't even have to lay a finger-"

Jamack paused his speech after something new was leveled out of the second-story window.

"We won't have to either." the newly-revealed human retorted, aiming the cross hairs of the crossbow directly at Jamack.

"Oh, dammit." Jamack managed to say as he dived away just as soon as the arrow planted itself where he once stood.

The assault didn't stop as numerous other items were then thrown at their forms. One particularly well-placed pencil cup struck Kwat clear on the forehead, sending her grunting and stumbling backwards.

Mrs. Sartori was seething. She snapped angrily as she planned to get her fly assistance's to get her up to the window to handle the humans herself. However just before she could, Jamack grabbed her arm.

"Let me go, Jamack! I'm going to-"

"They have a crossbow! Let's regroup on this!" Jamack intersected, pulling her back towards the path they came.

Satori's glare continued into his as they retreated back to the car as another arrow flew past them.

Sartori bore her eyes out of the window of the vehicle as they speedily made their way back down the road.

Back towards their base.

Jamack kept his boss's sour mood on mind as he made another left turn, soon finding himself driving past the local Lubo's supermarket again. The car was extra quiet and even though he knew exactly what he needed to say to his employer, he found himself refrain for one-third of the ride. But eventually...

"I know, that was bad-"

"Bad!? That was exactly what I had expected! What we had expected!" Mrs. Sartori shouted at him as she glowered. "I'm not mad about what happened to us, I'm mad about what you did! I am YOUR boss. You follow MY orders, not the other way around. You shouldn't have stopped me. I had a plan and you should have followed suit!"

The whole car fell silent once more.

Harris and Kwat remained still as rocks in the back, lips zipped and eyes trained away from the argument.

Jamack's expression hadn't changed, though. They remained softened and trained on the road he drove upon. Then finally, he spoke.

"I know. You're right...you're right."

Jamack searched for more. Even though he knew that it probably wouldn't amount to much outside of just another excuse.

"I just didn't want you dead." Jamack finally worded. His hands slightly gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

Another bout of brief silence.

"You're getting soft." Satori replied.

Jamack's heart skipped at the accusation, and found himself looking back at his boss. But what he had expected to be the same continuous scowl he had gave him when they had fallen back turned out to be a smile, regardless of how minute it was. It quickly shifted back into a disappointed frown.

"Just don't do that again. We regroup on this and head back tomorrow. We have more pressing matters at hand, but we'll get them out one way or another."

Jamack's eyes shifted back towards the road just as he was to make another turn.

"Of course, boss."

The car was parked, they were back and after a good while, Jamack had slowly drifted asleep.

The car keys were usually rested beside him on the nightstand that resided beside him.

Well, normally would be, and were before. But they weren't there anymore.

Sartori double-checked Jamack's sleeping form as he twisted in his slumber and made sure she wasn't detected. Satisfied with another minute of her employee's unconsciousness, she grinned and slowly closed the door to his room, the car keys jingling slightly in her other hand.

And down to the car she went along with her mute fly assistants to aid her on her personal quest. She twisted the keys and opened the passenger door, taking off her backpack and gently placing it on the passenger seat. She took constant glances at the window to Jamack's room as she finally positioned herself in the driver's seat and started the engine to the car and slowly drove off.

The closer Sartori got to her destination, the wider her smile.

A left turn. Then straight shot past the Lubo's Supermarket once again. And right past the street sign that red Blight Street Dr.

She was so close now.

Satori grinned even wider.

And just as it was earlier before, an end to the road. Sartori cut the engine and dragged her bag out of the car as her assistants followed suit. The pair of mute flies supported her from under as she gripped the book bag in her hands and silently commanded she be hovered to the side of the old house, remembering the hosing incident from earlier very well. She gripped the hose end and disconnected it from it's spigot.

With a breathy shout, she sounded her presence.

"Humans!" Sartori shouted from the ground.

And with the mute fly's help, she hovered above the trees.

She quickly pointed and directed the her flies to position her just beside the window, out of sight at first glance.

She waited for a moment, pulling out a glass bottle with a form of liquid inside.

Alcohol.

Diving a hand quickly into her pocket, she pulled out a lighter and gave it a few practice flicks, her eyes madly widened. Her pupils shrunk to the sparks it gave off.

Just as one of the wooden boards from window was being removed, she had already created flames to the rag that hung out of the bottle. All it took was a big enough gap that led into the house window.

In a flash she hovered in front of the now-exposed window and threw the Molotov inside.

Sartori met eye contact with the young human just as the glass bottle burst and flames spread across the floor of the room.

She heard the scream of surprise and the frantic shouting of another human to grab the hose.

She heard the shrills of panic as they realized it had been unplugged from the outside.

And she silently reveled in it all.

The screams quickly turned into much more as the flames continued to grow. And soon, there was no doubt in Sartori's mind that her work was complete.

Taking in the last moments of her job like a sponge, she ordered her mute fly assistants to hover her back to the car.

Sartori closed the door behind her and observed at the licks of flames that passed over the treeline above her. Even if the human refugees had somehow got out alive, whatever home they had was destroyed. That's all she wanted.

The engine started, and she swiftly made way back to base.

Mrs. Sartori parked the car as close to where it was originally left as she could.

Mrs. Sartori quietly stepped up to Jamack's room and creaked the door open as quietly as she could.

Mrs. Sartori placed the car keys back lightly onto the nightstand beside the sleeping Jamack and made way back out of the room, closing it ever-so-slowly, reenacting the grace of a mouse.

Then it clicked closed.

Morning had come and the Mod Frogs were back out.

The time had come to revisit their attempts at convincing the humans out of their hiding. As Jamack cut the engine to the car on, he had a weird, uneasy feeling things wouldn't turn out very good when they got there.

And as they finally reached that same road end that stopped near the human settlement house, his nerves were a bit on edge. Jamack had caught how content his boss Sartori was. It was...odd to him.

And it wasn't the only thing. The keys on Jamack's desk were in a different position than he left it, although in the same spot...he always pointed the car key towards him. It was his ritual. He never forgot to do it.

Before Jamack got in the car, he also realized it was parked in a slightly different angle than he had left it in last night.

As much as he really wanted to, he didn't want to believe in his suspicions. So he just turned the car off and got out with the rest of his crew.

"Let day two of 'Operation Human Convincing' commence." Harris quipped, swinging his spiked bat from side to side as they all got closer.

However, as they finally reached sight of the house, they gasped.

Everyone except for Sartori.

And Jamack.

The house was burned from the inside out.

"What in the hell?" Harris said, loosening his grip on his bat.

"What happened?"

"Hmm..." Sartori stepped up further, looking up at the windows. "It looks like they've burned down the place to cover their tracks and ran off to escape...or someone else got to them." The Mod Frog boss turned to her employees, straightening her already straightened tie out. "Well that's that, at least. Now we can handle other more important pursuits."

Sartori passed by Jamack, staring him directly in these eyes as she smirked. Harris and Kwat took side glances to the now-completely ruined house but followed suit back to the car. But Jamack stood there for a while longer, noticing the disconnected water hose spigot on the side of the house.

"Come on Jamack, it's over. Let's figure out what we're going for next." Jamack heard Harris call out.

It wasn't long after that Jamack finally joined them. Then they were off on their return back.

Sartori rested on top of a nearby boulder, looking out into the distance.

Word of another small human settlement was passed around and eventually met Sartori's ears, so to pass the time until the next big announcement by Scarlemange she decided to rally up her crew and go check it out.

However, the sun had yet to fully bloom and she found herself up earlier than usual. So why not just wait the time out?

"Boss?"

Sartori jumped and spun around, gritting her teeth at Jamack's sudden appearance.

"I'd appreciated it if you didn't do that." Sartori said, clearly irritated.

"Right, sorry." Jamack replied, twiddling his thumbs. "Um...you good? I don't usually catch you up this early."

A smile crept back onto her face. "I'm fine. Just be ready for today. It's almost sunrise."

Jamack averted his gaze to the side, slowly turning back around towards the base. He took a few steps before he nervously clenched his fists. Then he asked.

"Boss...did you...burn down the human's hideout?"

"Heh heh, Jamack...don't worry about it. We don't need to worry about them anymore. They're gone." Sartori replied.

"Get's some sleep."

Jamack didn't turn around, but he did nod his head. And he did just as she said.

He opened headquarter doors, went upstairs and reentered his room. He laid his body back on his bed and twisted to eye the keys on his table. Then he store at the ceiling, his eyes wide.

"She totally did it."