Sora No Otoshimono: - The Higgs Mission
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A true Fan Makes A Fan Fiction about something they love.
Declaration of the story to all readers
Information provided in this story does not tell the real outcome of the main story or
impose the change either; it is just fan-fiction for fun. Technical terms and ideas may
not follow the same principal of the TV Series and some differences may arise.
This story does not infringe the rights of the real actors or any member of the staff
that produced the show and neither does it infringe copyright. By reading the text
you take full responsibility of your actions, and the author of the story has no
liability of damage or problems with person or persons involved.
This Fan Fiction is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are
either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance
to actual people living or dead, events are entirely coincidental.
Copyright Info
All I’m saying is, if you like the story and want to copy it, then you are free to do so,
if by some flick someone decides to use the idea for a TV Episode or anime (Wishful
thinking, but it must be covered) all that I ask is I be informed by E-mail.
You can do what you want with this story; copy it, ship it, print it in a book or use
parts of it; hell, send it to the other end of the world. I do not mind; just make sure
you place credit where credit is due. Sora No Otoshimono: - The Higgs Mission
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Sora No Otoshimono: - The Higgs Mission
Prologue
On the twenty-second floor in a high-rise located in Washington, Robison sat in a
thick leather chair and shifted through reports about strange occurrences and
satellite surveillance footage.
He watched Mr Smith (if that was his real name) gaze through the wide
windows at the cities skyline. Mr Smith turned towards him and his iron-grey hair
was visibly noticeable against the sunlight. His immaculate suit was always kept
pressed, as well as making himself professionally presentable for moments like this.
“Are you sure these reading are correct sir, this information looks like a
child’s fantasy.” Robison said. Mr Smith was still standing at the window as LCD
screens flashed on the adjacent wall.
“No, the information is one hundred percent accurate. We’ve even sent
agents into the area to monitor the activity.
“But sir? Angels? Girls with wings? This must be some kind of joke?”
Mr Smith walked over to the oak table and entered a few commands into the
