DRA class 2 special agent.
It was a fancy title, but that was all there was to it. In reality, it was but a glorified term for a punchbag with responsibilities—the responsibility of correcting the superiors' mistakes and taking the fall when necessary.
The 'Ants', as they were usually referred to, were the ones who kept the system in check, even when it meant shouldering the blame, just like James was doing now, while Adrian was busy making call after call.
'I heard he was supposed to be a kind and caring man,' James thought. 'But this guy seems nothing like those media people portrayed him to be.'
His eyes then fell on the spies, all C-ranked assassins, with surveillance being their forte. While James had diffused the situation by spinning a tale about some test, he knew the Association wanted to keep an eye on Adrian and his party but went about it the worst way possible.