Ravaged body armor, punctured in the chest.įour looked up to Marie, brows furrowed, “What is this?” Avanna and Alyssa silently stared at them.Ī heavily reinforced door set in rock, fire and smoking pouring from the aperture. Rather she pulled out several printed pictures from the folder, laying them on the table. Marie thought for a moment, before answering, “Nothing good.”įour balked, “Nothing good? What’s that supposed to mean?”
It seemed she was finally realizing how odd things were. Marie held up a hand as she took another sip of her coffee. The last thing she needed was to be jittery for whatever bad news was to come their way. Marie took one, taking a deep sip.įour nodded, eagerly chugging from her own thermos. Three and Four followed suit, Four depositing the coffee thermoses. The rest of the space stored equipment and weaponry. Barely enough room for them to sit at a small table. The shelter’s innards, as usual, were a cramped affair. She had grabbed Four by the wrist, who was still wincing, and dragged her to the shelter. She had forgone her traditional grey kimono, and was instead wearing her actual agent gear. She was leaning against the doorway of their small outpost. “There you two are,” She said, her voice it’s usual dour. The fact that it was only Marie who greeted them cemented that fact. Something had to be wrong if they were eschewing such a tradition. Meeting at the Canyon itself was strange usually, if they needed to hold a meeting, they would do so at the Sister’s apartment. While travelling via the sewers certainly was faster, it still took time to travel to their outpost in Octo Canyon. Three grimaced, shielding her eyes from the sudden, bright light. She and Four had emerged onto the other end of grate, both morphing back into their humanoid forms. She had seen the truth, and even if she wanted to, she couldn’t go back. Much less finding out they led double lives as secret agents. Never had she thought she would actually get to meet her idols. To think that at the young age of fourteen, having just gained her humanoid form, she would be sucked into the dark underbelly of their world. As such, no one noticed as they discreetly slipped into an inconspicuous grate.Įven now, after everything that had happened, Avanna still couldn’t quite believe this was her lot in life. In the early morning, almost no one was around. Before too long, they had arrived in the plaza. “Of course, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Avanna sang, a smile creeping across her lips, “Maybe if you’re willing to change your ways, I might be merciful.”Īlyssa rolled her eyes, trying to hide to bluster through her fear, “Ok, ok, you win. Fortunately for her, there was no one else around save for herself and Avanna. “This is still unbefitting behavior of an agent, Four.” She hefted one of thermos, “This is what the coffee is for.” “Cut me some slack, would you?” Alyssa said, venom in her tone. “Late night study binge, I needed some snacks,” As if Avanna would accept that excuse.Īvanna sighed, “I know you’re taking those online classes, but really, you need to take care of yourself!” Alyssa, why were you even out shopping at two in the morning?” “Line of Duty, Avanna!,” She shot back, “This isn’t the worst I’ve been.”
“I don’t need to say anything, your limp gives it away.” “Oh for the love of- I thought we agreed we wouldn’t talk about that!” Like when you were mugged last night.” She swore Avanna had a sense of smugness if her tone. “Like you’ve ever helped me! Besides, I’m fine on my own.” “Stuff a pineapple in it, Avanna! You don’t even drink this coffee! Don’t act all kinds of offended for her!”Īvanna rolled her eyes, “If you can’t even pay attention to their coffee orders, I can’t trust my back to you during our… ahem, work ” We’re finding it hard to trust you on this.” Her companion shook her head, “Of course you did. The shorter inkling stifled a yawn, nodding, “Of course.
She limped alongside her companion, a tall gal with long, cerulean tentacles swaying at her side. One of them, a short inkling with smaller yellow tentacles framing her face, clutched a small collection of sealed thermoses. Two inkling girls silently weaved through the early morning streets of Inkopolis. “And you’re sure you got the coffee orders correct?”