Science Aspirants Registration Service [SARS], Inland Sector
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A condescending stare streak towards the aspirant from Assessor Mari. "You're back again, huh!"
Lance thought about smashing the stone tag on the table that said Junior Assessor, SARS, towards her head.
"You know these days, Scientists are easily bored," Lance teased.
"Well, I am not sitting on this desk to chit-chat your problems!" Mari hissed.
"I am not here to chit chat, Miss Mari," Lance responded but held his teasing stare unto the annoyed Desker.
"Your generation nowadays. Always think that you are invincible because you have these inventions and you think that it made a difference? You thought wrong, kid. The world is still dark and monsters are outside the fence."
"Hey, bad mood aren't we?" Lance just smiled, disregarding the utter annoyance of a busy Desker.
