Outbound

Intel Operation, Part 2

The man's eyes widen in shock as he stares at Jun, a mixture of disbelief and fear in his expression. "What did you say?" He whispers hoarsely. Jun keeps his face neutral, maintaining the facade of a casual conversation. "You heard me," he says softly. "I know why you're nervous. This place is packed with dangerous people." He then continues, "The reason I am saying this is because me and my friend is also going to same floor. Mind if we tag along?" The man appears taken aback, clearly alarmed by the revelation. However, he's clearly also looking for an ally in this tense situation. With a tentative nod, he agrees to allow them to accompany him. With the agreement made, the man leads them towards the elevator. The journey upward is carried out in silence, the man's nervousness clearly escalating with every passing floor. When they reach the third floor, the man's demeanor becomes even more anxious.

As the man leads them down the hallway on the third floor, the atmosphere grows tenser. The surroundings are notably different from the previous floor - there's less bustle, less activity. The man's footsteps echo loudly in the quiet corridor, the silence adding to the overwhelming sense of unease. The man continues to lead them down the hall, each step feeling slower than the last. They pass by numerous steel doors, each with a small plaque on it. Most of the doors are closed, but some are opened slightly. Through the gaps, Jun catches glimpses of various medical equipment and researchers moving around. "H-Here we are. This door leads t-to my interview." the man says. The trio stops before a large wooden door with a brass nameplate on it. "Room 304," Naoya reads aloud, glancing at the man. "Interview, huh? You must be something special." The man flushes slightly at Naoya's comment, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "N-Not really, I just...have some unique skill sets," he mutters. "Well then, we won't bother you any further." Naoya's tone is polite but firm. "Best of luck with your interview. You'll do great." The man gives them a shaky smile. "T-Thank you." He takes a deep breath, then knocks on the door. After a brief pause, a voice from inside calls out, "Come in." The man glances nervously at them one last time before opening the door. He slips inside, disappearing into the room. 

Jun and Naoya locates the restroom and decides to enter. Once inside the restroom, Jun and Naoya quickly scan their surroundings. The room is spacious, equipped with multiple stalls and sinks. There are no windows, and the only door leads back out into the hallway. Naoya immediately spots the air vent at the back of the room, a faint glimmer of relief in his eyes. "There it is." He whispers, nodding towards the vent. Jun crosses over to the vent and pries it open with a quick jerk. The grate comes loose with a slight clatter, exposing the dark metal interior of the ventilation system. "Alright, I'll go in first." Jun says with no hint of hesitation, already preparing to crawl into the vent. Naoya quickly peels off the fat suit, revealing his own slender figure underneath. He tosses the suit aside and adjusts the fabric of his suit. "That's better." He mumbles, adjusting the fit. With the fat suit discarded, Naoya joins Jun by the vent. Together, they assess the tight confines of the vent. "Looks like it's gonna be a tight fit," Jun remarks, eyeing the narrow space. "Not the time to make any jokes, keep moving. This vent directly will lead us to Six Commandments Meeting Room." Jun gives a curt nod, his focus shifting to the mission. He takes one final glance at the vent's interior, then crawls into it without hesitation. Naoya follows suit, shuffling into the cramped space behind Jun. As the two of them squeeze inside the vent, they are greeted by a thick layer of dust and cramped conditions. The metal walls press in on them from all sides, making it difficult to move without causing noise or scraping against surfaces.

"Shhh, move slowly." "Yeah, I know," Jun whispers softly. "No need to remind me." With careful, controlled movements, they begin to navigate the vent. Every shift and movement is accompanied only by the faintest sound of cloth against metal. As they silently make their way through the vent, the cramped space restricts their movements. The passage is narrow and dark, forcing them to crawl forward at a slow pace. They take care not to make too much noise, knowing that any sound could alert the security personnel outside. After a few minutes of crawling, they find themselves approaching a juncture in the ventilation system. The passage splits off in two directions, and they can hear voices echoing faintly from the other side of the wall. "Go to the left." Naoya says. "Left it is," Jun whispers softly, adjusting his course slightly to the left. The noise of voices seems to be coming from the right passage, a good indicator they're on the right track. As they proceed further, the sounds of various conversations become more distinct. They can hear snippets of various conversations echoing through the ventilation duct, though the exact words are impossible to make out. They continue their crawl, the faint sounds of human activity growing louder. The voices they hear are a mix of male and female, some speaking in hushed whispers, others in more assertive tones. Eventually, they reach a point where the passage makes a slight turn, the voices abruptly becoming much clearer. There it is, the six commandments all in the same room. Jun's eyes glint with anticipation as the voices become clearer. "This is it." He whispers, his voice barely above a breath. Through the ventilation grill in front of them, they can make out the sounds of several people talking. Jun and Naoya look through the vent, their gazes taking in the scene below. Just as they hoped, the six commandments are all present in the room beneath them. They're discussing amongst themselves in a heated tone, their voices carrying clearly up to the two eavesdroppers. Jun and Naoya listen intently from their vantage point, trying to piece together the conversation below. The voices are filled with varying levels of urgency and intensity, though it's hard to decipher the exact topic of discussion. 

Suddenly, a man's voice suddenly rises to a shout, cutting through the chatter. "Enough! We need to decide on a plan now!" The room below falls quiet, the other voices immediately falling silent.