You've been a part of team 6 for some time. You've scaled buildings, killed bad guys, and gone through some memorable moments. Among them, there are a few that stand out...
This is your story, Operative Rabbit.
Warning: Mature Content (Sexual Scene...
•The following is classified footage taken from Base AQ4IX. •Clearance level 4 required
•[Accessing Credentials...]
•-Welcome back, Theta%45Xp-
•[Send Security Footage To: Beta%100YP, Gamma%56tF, Delta%32Mn?]
•[Sending Security Footage...]
▪Attached Comment: {•@Theta%45Xp: LOL U GUYS HAVE 2 SEE THIS!! Found it while going over last nite's footage lmao. Nice to see what the grunts get up 2 when they aren't saving the world, eh?}
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The setting's an open warehouse/garage, not a whole lot to see, save for pieces of machinery scattered here and there. There's occasional desks scattered throughout, and a few chairs for whoever feels like sitting down. Windows, opened up, line up by the ceiling, letting the occasional warm draft pass through into the building. The air is still and warm, just what you'd expect from a typical night in Mexico City.
It's not much, but compared through some of the stuff you go through daily, it's paradise.
It's also pretty quiet, save for the hissing of electrical wiring.
"Drats! Not again!" Exclaims a voice from beside you. Following it comes a small explosion of sparks. You squint against the light, shying away from the blast.
It's not the first time in the night that this happens, so at least you react quicker.
"Alright, so you're having trouble. I can see that." You say, shielding your eyes. The defeated figure of a woman sighs near you.
"Bah, you have no idea, Rabbit." She says, all but slumping in defeat. It feels a little weird seeing her like this. She normally exudes confidence, even if it's the kind of confidence that makes you wonder if she's plotting something. A defeated Dokkaebi makes for a very wrong kind of Dokkaebi.
Reassuringly, you put a hand on her shoulder.
"There, there. If it's any consolation, you're the best technology geek that I know."
She scoffs at that.
"Bloody good hacker I am, I can't even get inside of a flimsy drone." She replies, defeated.
You give her a small smile.
"Still no luck getting into Echo's camera, I see?" You ask, getting closer to her. Her response comes in the form of a sigh.
You can observe her features better, and you have to say you like what you see. Soft brown eyes, hiding mischevious intelligence people seldom see. Silky dark hair, with white streaks running through it. It almost looks like cloth, and you feel like you want to stroke it. You want to caress more than her hair, you realize.
