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"Finally the turf who needs to be covered!" Grina clapped loudly, nodding and smiling. "Can't wait to hear all about the Turf War Station situation."
The chief's right forefinger landed on the tower picture.
"This tower indeed represent the station..." He tapped the board two times. "… which is also going to be the location for your mission."
"Wooo!" Grina threw her left fist up, as her right eye winked. "Excitement to the roof!"
The man snorted, as he shook his head.
"If you think to find an easy access for all the arenas, you are greatly misunderstanding your task."
"At all, chief." She shrugged, grinning. "Just beefing up some enthusiasm and kick open their gate."
"I hope for you that your feet would stay to the ground…" He walks with his hands on his back. "This mission is categorized as a Triple Smokin' Mission Rank."
Tonna stopped breathing, with her right hand on her chest.
"Wow… I-I had the chance to attempt one…" Her right hand stood on her mouth.
"I assume that such mission offers an abundant reward at the cost of an abundant risk." Mirii folded her arms.
"That's usually the case." He turned over the girl. "However, you became Rangers under a condition: you can't become Agents by accumulating points."
"Well, once that old man swims back to Inkopolis, you are giving out th' score." Grina walks near Bars. "That's ancient talk, boss!"
"That said, you'll receive a nice reward." The man's left hand dived inside his left pocket, taking out a small piece of paper. "Exactly, you three would receive 50.000 coins each for completing the task, without causing"
"50.000 coins?!" Grina's eyes expanded, as her back bended forward.
"Like, I could get twice the Gold Dynamo Roller!" Bars' right fist hits his left palm. "Man, talk about giving out a world of games!"
Grina lowered her eyelids, as she slowly turns over Bars.
"Smart up, Barsy." She whispered. "That money will go straight into that vending machine, which let Hunry buy some 1UP drinks."
"Ah… yeah, right." He nodded.
"Can we proceed the meeting?" The man coughed once, with his right fist on his mouth.
"After you put your cigarettes into the trashtray!" Grina turned back, as she rose her right forefinger.
He snorted, as his teeth showed up.
"I'm already smoking 6 cigarettes per day, instead of 10…"
"Well, your journey just got started!" She shrugged. "You still have a sea in front of you."
"And you have an ocean with this mission!" His left hand patted the crumbled paper. "Those 50.000 coins aren't coming by themselves, after all."
"Please, chief…" Mirii smiled, as her hands are down. "Inform us about the mission."
"Sure thing, Mirii!" He turned over the girl, smiling. "As you may know, the Turf War Station closed down for some days…"
"Because of those Stinkray creatures." Grina grimaces, as she sticks out her tongue.
"No no, not them." The man shook his head.
"Really?!" The girl frowned a lot. "We meet them up at Urchin Underpass, just before the darn station got"
"That motivation was spread out by the media after that one interview with one of the station employees." The man walked around, with his hands on his back. "Young Inklings didn't bought it, nor they seem to care: day after day, Inklings started polluting parts of the city with ink and pretty much write messages on sidewalks and walls."
"Hmm…" Mirii lowered her eyebrows, as her right forefinger landed on her right cheek. "The police wasn't able to stop such acts of vandalism?"
"Yes and no." He took out a package of cigarettes. "Some of them got away, others were brought to the Police Stations, few of them stood for one day inside the prison."
"That's why she should totally kick up the gates!" Grina stepped forward, grinning. "If the Stingrays aren't the one rolling around their problems, then what's the deal?!"
"We sent several Agents investigating the place…" He kept looking at the package: he puts them back inside. "The employees refused to say much, but with the small amount of information we got… Agents came to a conclusion that the closure is an attack directed towards the big brands."
"The big brands like… Rockenberg?" Bars scratches the top of his head, as his eyes were looking up.
"Yeah, clothing AND weapon brands." The man nodded, with his hands inside his pockets.
"That's too low!" Grina frowned, as her right hand moved down. "Without those big brands, our wallets would cry every time we want to kick some butt!"
"Not to mention, the entire payment system would collapse." Mirii strokes her right tentacles, as her head rose a bit. "Turf War matches would become more popular along professional players…"
"Yeah, that's the truth…" The man sighed loudly. "Firefin filed a lawsuit against the Turf War Station just after its closure: same for Tentatek and Forge."
"Drat…" Grina rose her eyebrows, as her mouth downturned. "They didn't get much out of that…"
"There wasn't a single court session at all!" The man walked around. "That's because the station kept pulling out excuses from their ink."
"It seems that we are the ones pulling them out!" Grina snarled. "That's the goal, right?"
"Not exactly." He stopped, breathing loudly. "The government gave us permission to retrieve personal data from the station. All you need to do is to get their documents and give them to the Headquarters."
Silence fell down for a moment: everyone kept looking at the man walking.
"If you succeed, the Inkopolis Security Team can ask themselves to the station about reopening the structure." He sits down a chair.
"Sounds like a plan!" Grina rose her right thumb.
"Like, we suddenly got into a stealthy videogame!" Bars rose his fists. "But are we stuck into playing like stealth playstyle instead of assault or something?"
"If you don't want to fail your mission, the CEO must not know about our intentions." His head turned over Mirii. "She has an advanced remote: a push of a button and that station becomes a playground for Agents!"
"Playground…" Mirii folded her arms, with her head down. "Chief, would you reconsider the mission? Your solution utilizes a menacing method over the more legal alternatives…"
"That's not my choice." He shrugged. "Mr. Tarfo decided this. In all honestly, I do agree with this: that station is pretending more control over the big brands. That's translated in: forcing them to pay more, receiving the freedom of changing particular details over clothes and weapons and selling their own branded gears. That's in other words, buying SquidForce for a cheap price."
"NOT SQUIDFORCE!" Grina growled. "Alright, that's it! We are going to turn their station upside-down!"
"Wait, I still didn't finish the meeting!" The man stood up, frowning a bit. "You don't know a thing about the plan."
"We are ready to memorize it." Mirii nodded once, as her right forefinger pushed up her glasses.
"Good!" The man coughed once. "Here's the plan: last night, several Agents successfully arrested two women and two men, all employees of the station. None of their colleagues know anything about this, not even the CEO. Basically, the girls will disguise themselves as the women and Bars will disguise as the tallest of the men employees: together you must infiltrate inside the station and take those documents."
"Uuuuuh…" Grina smiled widely, as her eyelids lowered. "That sounds too fun rather than serious."
"So, you think it's going to be fun…" The man shook his head, with his hands on the table. "If you get spotted, the station has the powers to throw you inside a jail… not even the government can do anything about it."
"Heh… what fun is that if you don't get any risk of heavy salt?" She shrugged.
"That's a risk too salty even for a Kraken." His head turned over each Inkling. "Now that you all know the basics of this mission, it's time to learn all the details of the structure, the cryptic messages to use with Tonna…"
"Whoa, whoa!" Bars' irises shrunk, as he rose his shoulders. "Like, how long is this meeting?!"
"It takes some hours, kid." He nodded. "This mission is very dangerous for young Inklings, considering the consequences you may face. Rangers need the most attention, especially for a mission way out of their Ranks."
Mirii lowered her eyebrows.
"Me deserving all this excessive attention…? Useless. I know the arts of disguising as the enemy and usually, I learn entire building structures in record time. As for Bars and Grina, I would simply command them into following my directions, without heavily depending on Tonna's information. This is the pure result of perfection: no longer a student, forever a master. I simply don't have any time to waste with those formalities: I must investigate more into this Project Neo and"
"Mirii?"
"Uhm?" Her eyes were staring at the man.
"Mirii, are you ok?" His head tilted to the right.
"Why that question…?" She closed her eyes for a moment.
"I just asked you a question…" He sighed loudly.
"What?!" Her eyes almost pop out. "Ridiculous! My ears couldn't capture any sounds resembling a question!"
"He did asked one, Mirii…" Tonna's hands were down, her frown was slightly visible.
"What the…" Sweat appeared on her forehead, as her head turned over Tonna.
"Yeah, like no sweat!" Bars grinned, as he folded his arms.
"What the?!" Mirii turned over him, sweating even more.
"Poor Mirii… her mind was in another universe." Grina lowered her head, closing her eyes and smiling.
"Nnngghhh!" Mirii bites her own lips, raising her eyebrows. "I… w-well, I…"
"It doesn't matter." The man shook his head. "The important thing is that you are paying attention now…"
"W-wait a moment!" Her right hand thrusts forward. "I-I don't have any problems about following a discussion!"
"Yeah, sure…" The man turned over Grina. "Anyway! As I was saying before…"
"Noooo…! CURSES!" Mirii closes her eyes, as she shook her fists. "I-I'll not let a childish mistake get the best of me… instead, I'll follow a very important rule, learned heavily from the perfection art lessons: use your brain."
Mirii smiled, as her head rose a bit.