"Next, naturally, we need these two to help us figure out the specific configuration of the mysterious organization's raid team tonight."
Finishing the hot tea in his cup, Leo Ray smiled lightly.
...
In the north of Viennas City, in the old city district.
Under the twin moonlight, in the shadow of a stone house ruin.
Clad in black robes and wearing white metal masks, Gary Lewis and Clyde Thompson stand waiting anxiously for something.
Upon closer inspection, their brand new white masks only bear a black cracked emblem, without any specific number.
After a while, a black-robed figure with a white mask and No. 00051 descends from the sky and lands in front of them.
The third powerful figure doesn't speak to the duo, but merely extends an arm to expose a rough, veined dorsal hand.
Seeing this, Gary and Clyde do not hesitate to make the same gesture.
The next second, the three arms come together.
