Journalistic pursuit

Spencer sighed. Their Group had sent him off alone on the group's first quest. Spencer was really the only one who could do it at the time though. Everyone else had been busy that day and they didn't want the other guilds to take the quest before they did, so they sent Spencer to take it. The Specs of the mission were a female journalist was trying to get down to Rangol to write an article about the truth of the situation at hand, the reason why the Pioneer 2 didn't land on Rangol. The problem was she needed a guard to help her fend off the monsters of Rangol.

Spencer was sitting in a "Bubble Booth" like the day before, waiting for his client. He was to meet her inside there to receive more detailed information about the quest he had accepted. Spencer was tapping his fingers on the table. His client, Nol, was half an hour late. Spencer had thought of going to the front desk a few times to cancel the mission. Only his other thoughts had kept him from doing that. He kept remembering that he wouldn't have been there if only Steven hadn't made up that lame ass excuse to get out of doing the mission .

Ryan and Ami were busy buying supplies for other missions. The only reason Ryan was going with Ami was because he didn't need any more hunter points at the moment, and the reason Ami was with him shopping was because she was the bargain hunter/shopping monster.

Steven had been open for the whole day until Ami told him she needed him to go along with Spencer on a quest. He had said he needed to see a robotics doctor. He said he expected he might have a virus. It was the worst excuse ever.

Spencer was getting impatient. It had been another ten minutes since he last checked and the bitch still wasn't there. He decided to look around the lobby for her. He pressed a red button under the glass. The glass dome slowly slid back. In a few seconds it was totally down. He stuck his head out of the booth into the lobby. He looked around into a sea of glass bubbles. He felt uncomfortable in the room, it was completely silent. It was very disturbing.

Spencer got up and left the booth and went to the front desk. He was going to cancel the quest. His patience had totally run out. He walked through the endless mass of bubbles for what seemed like forever. When he had finally gotten to the front desk, he was sick of seeing blue.

Right when he walked up to the counter a voice shouted out to him. "Are you Spencer the Ranger?" Spencer turned to the side to where the voice was coming from. He traced the voice to a body and looked up. There was a woman at the age of about 26 wearing blue short shorts and a blue tank top. She had a slight tan and her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She almost looked like Ami!

"Yes, I am Spencer. Who are you?" Spencer asked the woman. Of course he already knew she was his client, Nol.

"I'm the one who posted the mission you accepted. I'm Nol."

"Ya, so lets get down to Rangol."

"First I need to tell you about the mission." In a few minutes Spencer was back in the same bubble booth he was in before.

"So what's the secret?"

"Well, There use to be a daily report article where the writers could write anything they wanted, as long as it was true." Nol paused for a moment for her words to sink in. " Now days, we don't get that kind of freedom, we have to write what the government tells us, even if it's a lie. So, I want to discover the truth. I want the people to be able to rest easy."

"Wouldn't you be arrested for that or something?" Spencer looked at her, obviously confused.

"Well yes I would, but I don't think it's right for the government to withhold information about something that could be important for our future. That is why I want to report the truth of the matter."

"Alright. So, how do you plan on reporting this?"

"You are to take me down to Rangol so I can see it for myself." Nol said quickly.

"What?" Spencer was surprised. "I was thinking you were just going to make me write you a report about Rangol!"

"Well then I wouldn't get everything that I would need then. You see, I'm still a reporter and I have better observational skills than most people do, so if I made you go down to Rangol by yourself and make you write a report or notes for me, I probably would only get half the story."

"Hmm." Spencer had to admit it, she held a good argument. "Alright then, You're coming with me, but first we need to get you some weapons."

"What for" Nol was perplexed. Why did she need weapons? Wasn't Spencer strong? In the mission description she had put out it said she needed a hunter with a level of at least 10.

"What do you mean what for?" I "Feh! Reporter my ass!" /I "You need to know how to protect yourself!"

"Oh, ok…"

Spencer put his head in his hand. "Oh geez, this is going to be a long day…