„Candy!" The supervisor was calling after her all over Camp Triggerfish, where some teams were training.
An Inkling girl with short, pink tentacles sighed and looked back to the group of young squids in front of her.
"I'll be right back", she told them, put her Carbon Roller over her shoulder and moved to the guy, who called after her.
"What's up?", she asked the older one. She sounded annoyed. "We're in the middle of training right now, talking about Burst Bombs and their usage in different situations."
"It seems like you'll have to continue this later", he answered, looking serious. "We have a special order for you."
"Special order?", she asked. "Since when do we get special orders here?" She rolled her eyes.
"You're going to be coaching an individual for the rest of the day. If it works out well, it will be a long-term job for you as well."
"Beg your pardon..?" she asked a bit louder than she should with a superior.
"First: When did we start to stop lessons in the middle of the day? Second: Since when did we start doing individual coaching and third: why me?"
Her supervisor shook his head.
"Just follow me. I'll explain the rest later."
Walking out of the camp, Candy still had no clue what was going on. She left her Carbon Roller in the dressing rooms, since it was not allowed to use weapons outside of an Arena.
"So what?", she asked again.
"Listen", her supervisor began to speak in an undertone, "We got a special order, which we need to keep under wraps. You are going to take care of an individual coaching. You were recommended for this job. Also, you have enough experience with coaching, so there's nothing in the way. Besides, aren't you looking for a sniper for your team as well?"
"Maybe?" Candy was confused.
They stopped in front of a black van in the middle of an empty parking lot, surrounded by some very serious looking Inklings, dressed in black. They looked like some kind of guards.
Candy inspected her surroundings.
"High security, for a super-rich Inkling who bought himself special training? Really?"
Her supervisor was shaking his head again.
"Not quite, just look into the van. She's in there."
When the back doors of the van were opened, Candy heard the voice of a girl, yelling angrily.
"What is it now? I told you EVERYTHING! What else do you want to know? YOU gave me this ID, so I'm a citizen of Inkopolis! I have rights! So, tell me what this is all about, damn it!"
Walking into the van, Candy saw a strange scene. In the back seats sat a couple more of the black-dressed guys, all holding weapons in their hands.
Between them sat an Octoling girl, dressed in a school uniform.
Still a red blush on her cheeks the girl kept shouting, until she noticed Candy.
Their eyes met. The Octoling stopped talking and watched the new Inkling in front of her through her glasses.
Candy herself was also distracted. She expected anything, but not this. Perplexed she kept fixating on the yellow eyes of the girl, strangely missing the familiar look of the Inkling's mask.
"Miss Grimson?", said one of the black dressed guys to Candy, "This is going to be your new client."