Click. Print. Print. Print. Everything seems to be in order. All the necessary details prepared and set… That took longer to organize than I thought… no wonder Hiiro told me to do it. I do not blame him; given that he has looked through these details thoroughly over the last few days. Come to think of it he's barely slept. Come to think of it I've barely slept.

I stared at the blank screen for a moment, essentially gazing past the screen and into my inner thoughts. Mission parameters, check. Necessary equipment, check. Uniforms, check. Travel information, check. We've check over every last detail… so why does my thoughts still go through this imaginary checklist in my head. I need some time to think for myself for a moment… make sure I'm still somewhat sane. Those types of thoughts remind that a part of me is still human. I think I'm more on the edge than I was previously aware.

I feel a vibration in my pocket. Jane, on my phone, with a concise message; 'Video Chat ASAP.' I feel my chest tighten slightly as I click, click for the video line. I should be more concerned than I find myself to be, but my drone nature gets the best of me. Moments after, Jane's stern hard face appears on the screen. She's in a dark room, which adds to the creases distinguishing more shadows on her face. She seems relatively menacing and malevolence on video. In person, she's far worse…

"Is this line secure?" She questions with her polite British tongue. Even before she asks, I'm already frantically typing in codes and cutting off further access from any other sources to guard a private discussion. This is routine.

"Yes, we are on a secure line." I nod toward her, finishing my typing. I study her movements closely as she lifts her head and clears her throat. Watching her do so makes my skin itch and a hint of dread spreads through my veins. She is not the type of person to arrive with good news; her words shoot poison one way or another. I only speak to her when prompted to do so. I merely wait for her to begin cutting off the oxygen flow with her language.

"Yes, very good." She said after a few moments, "Have you made the necessary preparations?"

"Yes," I reply in a dry tone, "All is done."

"You checked?"

"Yes."

"You double checked?"

"Yes." No wonder when it comes to missions, my obsessive actions tend to me rechecking everything…

"Yes… I went through the particulars as well." She pauses abruptly, "Very good." She slowly nods her authorization at me. Approval from the Head… I feel my back relax into the cushion of the seat further. Our conversations are always to the point. I've learned she never dwells on pointless emotions like feelings. Especially sympathy. Such is the strong levelheaded woman known as Jane.

"Mayumi, I am counting on you to relay any information to me about the pilots…" I nod, Jane rarely surprises me anymore with her requests, "Furthermore, I demand every pilot take a physical, have blood work done, and a thorough investigation into their activities form the past year before your departure." My throat closes in an uncomfortable manner, I retract my previous thought.

"Blood work? An investigation, what in th-" I quickly cut off my oxygen as to stop the words from escaping my mouth. Seeing her face wrinkle in disapproval from my insolence brought that tightness back into my chest. Silence filled the air as Jane waited. What does this all mean? I'm staggered that she would bring up something as estranged as that. I need to hid my thoughts, it's as if she can hear me… I'm debating whether to even think about what this all means now, knowing that she is observing my slight change of facial expressions with every thought. Allowing me to sit in my mind, to see if I boil over with inquires again… She has manipulative mannerisms.

"Do not question me." She said in an arctic tone after a few moments, her eyes so narrow that the shadows have swallowed them from the light. Her lips held tight against each other. What a demonic women. Her words bring me back to the days when I was cryogenically frozen, unable to move. That is an unsightly power. I slowly nod.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Tell Hiiro about this as well and prepare a lab for after the briefing. I will contact again at 1500 for the results. After, you will have an hour to board the jet and ready the necessary equipment." She then lowered her head and her voice, "I have my reasons, and if you question me again I will have you destroyed, is that understood?" Any other person would have been absolutely terrified by her choice of words. I, however, know enough about Jane to know that this is the only sentence she has ever muttered that is a downright lie. It is only said to keep me on a short enough lease, so as I do grow wanderlust. I nod and the screen turns to black. I cannot help but let out a deep sigh.

My mind is now roaming off to exactly what this all means. I do not have time for this, besides answers are in grasping reach.

"Interesting..." Hiiro's voice called out from behind me. I turn my head around and I see him leaning against the doorframe, with a towel draped around his shoulders. He quickly rustled his hair with the towel end to stop some of the droplets from dripping down his face. I can't help but watch his silhouette in the doorframe, every muscle, and every feature...

"Interesting indeed," I say with a deep sigh, he doesn't need to know what I'm thinking, "Do you have any ideas as to why she's inquiring about all of us?" I watch as Hiiro shakes his head back and forth. I bring myself out of the door and walk toward him.

"There's no telling what exactly she is planning for all of us." Hiiro said with a stern look.

"She works in mysterious ways. I won't say I'm worried but-"

"Don't then." He cuts me off abruptly, "We have a mission ahead of us. There is no time for juvenile questioning... In addition, someone has arrived..." I watch as he walks back into the hallway and back to the briefing room. I need to stop my thoughts from forming so prematurely.

Everything will fall in place. This I must believe in.