Deep in the chrome narrow hallways of the base, Murphy opened up the door to a dimly lit room, where there was only one chair and an obsidian glass table with a glowing red dot.
"This will be your station, miss Maria." The old man announced.
The dark-haired woman stepped inside, feeling the frigid chill of the air, accompanied by the low rumble of the air conditioner.
"What is this e-sports looking training room?" She scoffed, scanning the almost empty room, "What happened to working alongside the analytics division? Why do I have a personal station?"
"The Director thought you might appreciate the privacy. Of course, if it's not to your liking, you're allowed to refuse and return to Analytics."
She sat down on the leathery chair and dragged herself closer to the table. She pressed on the red dot, and with a soft hum, several holographic screens popped up from the table, each displaying a collage of faces, events, and disasters.
"Hm…" She placed her finger on one of the faces on the tabs. As she pulled it out, a new screen split off from it. She then gestured with her fingers, creating four more projections.
With her thumb pressed against her chin, she tilted her head. "Oh my…"
The old man placed a dark red folder atop table, "Here is what the Chief wants you to look over."
Maria opened up the folder in response and looked over the documents, flipping through the pages, she grinned, "This is…"
"I'll leave you to it. If you'll excuse me."
"Roger that." She cheerfully waved, waiting for him to exit the room before getting started.
As the door shut, Maria returned her attention to the screens and slowly typed, "Felix Aster." To which it projected the words, "Access Denied."
"Can't access the information to my own partner, huh?" She pouted. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, thinking of what what else to search for, "Then… those two from earlier, he called her Isa, didn't he?" She mused and typed in the words "Project ASTRAEA Isa."
Only to be met with a cold response, "No Results Found."
"Hm, weird." She continued her search and looked up "Agent Harbinger," whose profile appeared with only the word "REDACTED" popping up.
"I have access to the entire database of the twelve agencies and it can't even answer a single question." She sighed and scratched her head. Her eyes narrowed, "Then, how about… The Fallen Sun incident…"
The screen flickered, projecting another screen that listed down the countries, "America," "Germany," and "Italy."
A smirk formed on her face.
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