"Ug... I'm still not familiar with this bland ceiling yet." Quinn mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he gets up from bed.
Upon opening his refrigerator, Quinn discovers that all of his energy drinks are gone.
"What the hell? Did my energy drink become sentient or something? Or am I hallucinating?"
His door opens to be greeted by Eres with a hand-held tablet, greeting him. "Oh, I'm glad you're awake, and at least you're wearing underwear too."
"Did you take my energy drinks, you hag?" Quinn snarled.
"First off, I'm not a hag; you're an addict. Secondly, yes, I did. Thirdly, get some clothes. Oh, and also, you have a mission with an agent named Remram." Eres presents the tablet to Quinn, showing the agent's alias, picture, and credentials.
The picture shows a girl in her teens with light gray hair and a blue-purple pupil gradient.
"Wait, don't I have to do that entrance exam thing here? I only remember doing the accuracy test." Quinn replies as he struggles into his purple hoodie and jeans.
"Oh right, you probably forgot because you were drunk from drinking, you amnesiac. But anyway, you did it, so we got our statistics on you."
Quinn looks dumbfounded but shrugs it off.
"So where can I find her? And what's the mission?" Quinn asked, grabbing a few energy drinks from his secret stash from the time he broke the vending machine.
"Sigh, she's just outside. Come on, the mission is reconnaissance." Eres signals Quinn.
"Alright Remram, here is Agent Luna, a newbie who is freakishly adept at accuracy," Eres announced to a girl in black trousers and an oversized black cloak, with a single strip radiating a purple and blue gradient.
Suddenly, Remram grabs Quinn and drags him, gesturing to Eres. See you later.
"H-Hey! What do you think you're doing? Say something!" Quinn roared, trying to escape her firm grip on his wrist.
After a while, they entered a room filled with manga and anime posters plastered on the walls. There was a multi-monitor gaming setup and a variety of monitors all over the area.
"That outfit is unacceptable to be worn on missions. You need a proper suit. I'll make you one." Remram declares emotionlessly in a quiet, silvery voice.
"Ah, okay... At least let me know next time instead of just grabbing me out of nowhere." Quinn sighed.
While Remram doesn't reply, she checks his proportions visually. She then creates a holographic screens to input codes.
"So, you are a stellar programmer, yes? Must be very useful." Quinn tries to break the ice and silence with small talk.
Remram stays silent, continuing her work.
Small talk is not very effective.
After a while, Remram produces a suit for Quinn to wear. A purple button-up shirt to match his eyes, a mid-length matte black trench coat with materials to sustain damage such as bullets, matte black dress pants, and boots.
"All right, now we're ready to start. Let us go to the plane to get to our designated location." Remram collects all her monitors into one and disperses them, signaling Quinn to follow her.
As soon as they board the plane, they arrive in a desert-like area filled with concrete buildings, army camps, and prisoner camps.
"Here's a revolver. We don't need to kill or be seen. However, you should at least have a firearm. We are searching for a briefcase with information on locations for a slave trading resort. If you gain more information, that's a plus." Remram told Quinn, using the ladder to descend the plane.
"Ah, uh, okay." Quinn follows right behind and down the ladder, and onto a piece of land near the site to start the mission.
"So what exactly are we getting, hm?" And isn't it better to do it during nightfall?" Quinn wondered, following Remram through the rooftops.
"We have been observing this area for some time, and their security skyrockets during the night. Only a few infiltration points have been found, but those are exceptionally difficult to get through, so the day is our only choice."
"And what about what we're getting here?"
"Documents related to the slave trade, particularly location, and transactions. Once we obtain those, we can infiltrate and stop it."
"Okay, I think I understand our reconnaissance mission now. Do we have a general idea of where our target is?"
"No, but that's why they sent me, the most foremost and knowledgeable reconnaissance expert in the agency."
Quinn looks at her sarcastically as they walk down a flight of stairs and into a room with electrical cords and advanced software scattered around it. With many monitors watching from every angle.
"So, Miss Recon, how can we complete the mission with almost no information on where the briefcase withholds all the information within it?"
"We are in the monitor room; just watch, Mister Emo." Remram retorted, reaching out a hand with digital nails.
The nails connect with the monitors via digital strings, and the monitors start to shift in time.
They continued to shift until they found a suited man with a briefcase entering a room with a sign saying "Executives Only.".
"There's our trip, and I am your guide there," Remram smirked at Quinn, who stood dumbfounded but impressed.
"Alright then, let's head to our target-"
The door swung open, and a security guard was anxiously aiming his pistol at them.