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Mirii's head rose, together with her irises: her sight was pointing at a tall building presenting at least 6 windows on the front-side. A large wooden, double entrance door was standing in the bottom-middle part, with a golden handle standing on the middle of each side.
"Now that I'm staring at this building…" Grina's head was tilting upwards, with her hands on her hips. "Oh, my, turf this thing is ancient!" She grimaces a bit. "It's bringing me way too Retro!" Her head turned to her left. "You are not going to stop me, Miss OverThinking, in my quest to absolutely convince Mr. OldMayor to modern up this fortress a lot!"
"I'll not only stop you, but also make you focus more on another matter…" Mirii's head turned to her right, frowning a bit. "Is your taste in fashion design much more important than"
"Sheesh, I can't even joke with you, anymore!" Grina frowned. "Do you wish to see me stressed all the time?! Chill out!"
"Uhm… I-I thought you were serious…" A sweat drop appears on Hun's right side of his head, as his eyes closed.
"Like, I was lookin' forward to that, girl!" Bars' right fist went on his left palm, while grinning and lowering his eyebrows a bit. "I even got the knuckles all pumped up!"
"Hmpf, I suggest you to fake your intentions a bit more…" Mirii's head rose a bit. "We know you would be capable of doing such thing…"
Grina's eyebrows went up.
"… so much for being proud of my acting skills…" Her head lowered. "I guess I'm too good at sounding super convincing…"
Mirii's eyes squeezed a bit.
"… I'm not sure if she consoled herself or she wanted to see if her abilities would perfectly trick us… tsk." Her head turned forward. "Anyway, it seems that none of my friends have any particular problems…" She began walking forward. "Let's move."
Mirii stops in front of the large, double entrance door. Her head turned to her right, seeing a button positioned below three vertical lines positioned near each other. Her eyelids lowered to the middle, as a sweat drop appears on her head's right side.
"… come to think of it, Grina's idea isn't as bad as it sounds…" Mirii walks in front of the button, pushing it with her right thumb. "Once I'll see the mayor, I'll suggest him to replace this obsolete intercom with a more sophisticated, fully-equipped one from the newest generation."
Yes?
"Good afternoon." Mirii nodded. "I'm Mirii Hanache, Agent working for the IST. Me and my colleagues are sent in Sorriso for a mission, but the citizens are denying access to the port."
For what?
"We are tasked to cover the entire port in Orange ink." Mirii's right hand took her right tentacle, caressing it.
…
Mirii's irises went to her right, seeing the other 3 Inklings gathering around her.
… the mayor confirms the denial. Please walk back
"We will not return until a proper discussion is brought." Mirii frowns a bit. "Otherwise I'll be forced to report the resistance met in Sorriso… thus, you will receive a penalty to pay within few days."
…
"Please, let us in." Mirii bended slightly forward. "I'm sure we can find the solution of your problems…" Her eyebrows rose slightly.
… have the citizens explained to you the
"They did, but we would like to see those proofs who confirm that Mr. Turf War really wants to turn Sorriso into a center of Turf War-related activities!" Mirii's hands went on the wall, surrounding the intercom sideways.
Why we should? You Agents know about this already…
"No, we do not!" Mirii's head shook, as her eyebrows went up. "If you show us the proofs, we promise to present those to the chiefs which will run a proper investigation"
The mayor is walking out his office: he's going to explain everything which needs to be said… please wait him at the entrance.
Clic.
Mirii turned to her left, watching the door. Grina stepped backwards, together with Hun. Bars turned behind, walking forward and then to his left. Mirii slowly steps backwards, as her head tilted up and down twice.
"Uhm… I wonder what the mayor is up to…" Mirii's eyebrows went down slightly. "Is he going to show us the proofs I was asking?"
"All of this bureaucracy is really splatting me way too much." Grina's hands went behind her head, as her mouth rose. "If the mayor still says no, are we gonna brute force our path to the port?"
Mirii turned behind, frowning a bit.
"That could backfire us if the citizens happen to hold weapons…" Her eyes squeezed a bit.
"Besides, what use would war bring? None of it, that's what!" Hun opened his arms slightly, waving his hands a bit up and down and staring at Grina. "We should only go after criminals!"
"Then, what about our mission?" Grina's eyebrows went up. "If we leave, how many chances we will have"
The door opened, as an Inkling man walked out of it: he was wearing a red sweater and a pair of blue pants.
"Good afternoon, sir." Mirii turned behind, smiling and bending down a bit. "You must be"
"Good afternoon, Agents." The man's hands went behind his back, as his belly retreated a bit. "I'll be brief: you cannot cover our port. Period."
"Bu-but sir!" Mirii's arms opened a bit, as sweat was jumping out from her head, while bending forward. "We would like to have some proofs"
"What proofs?!" The man frowned. "You have them already! Go ask for those back in your Headquarters."
Mirii frowns a bit.
"Ehm… can I say something?" Hun's eyebrows went up, as his right forefinger pointed upwards.
"Sir, I ask you to please use a more adequate tone…" Mirii's head rose, as her eyes squeezed a bit. "We are professionals who came from afar to stop criminals and fix their problems."
"Ehm…! I-I, actually…" Sweat was jumping out from Hun's head, as he trembles a bit while keeping his previous position.
"I understand the request, but you have to also understand mine as well!" The man shook his head. "Your task only serves to give this man the chance to ruin our beautiful town! You have to respect my words without complains."
"Bu-but, we" Hun's mouth sealed, as his irises turned a bit to his left.
"Do you even have any proofs of such claim?" Mirii folded her arms. "Because this sounds"
"I already told you that!" The man's arms opened wide. "Do you even have anything new to say"
"Please, lower your tone!" Mirii's head lowered, frowning a bit more. "I meant to say proofs you hold on your own."
"I have those, yes… but enough ordering me around!" The man's arms stretched down rapidly. "I have a clear position!"
"Oh sure, as if being a mayor makes Squids invincible!" Grina chuckles, while grinning a bit.
"Grina, be quiet." Mirii's head turned to her left, as her irises went to her eyes' left corner. "Your behavior will make the situation even worse."
"Tsss… whatever." Grina shrugger, as her mouth closed and rose a bit. "How about you don't show those proofs already, Mr. Mayor?"
"Squidon. Call me Squidon." The man nodded.
"You are called Squidon as well?" Mirii's right eyebrow rose.
"There are a few Squidon living in Sorriso… however, I'm specifically called Mayor Squidon and not by my full name." The man's right wrist rose in front of his body, as his head lowered, pointing at a wristwatch. "It's getting late…"
"Mr. Squidon, I'm afraid you cannot leave this area, until you have shown the proofs I'm requesting." Mirii's eyes closed, as her eyebrows went down.
"Whoa, look at all those Squids…!" Bars' mouth opened, as his head was pointing towards the port.
"Hmm?" Mirii's head turned to her right. "… eh?" Her irises shrunk a bit.
Inkling men and Inkling women were grasping each a bamboo-like weapon with a jar filled in Blue ink: each Inkling was frowning, looking at the Inkinators.
"Looks like the citizens are coming…" The man took a few steps backwards. "… a bad move telling them your intentions."
Mirii's head turned left and right.
"Everyone to the weapons!" Mirii turned behind, dashing towards the car. "We have to stop those Inklings!"
"How about we all get inside the car for protection?!" Sweat was jumping out from Grina's head, as her eyebrows went up.
"Out of discussion!" Mirii stopped, standing behind the car's trunk. "I refuse to hide in fear... instead, I see more potential when we are fighting those fools." Mirii nodded, as her right hand went behind the car trunk's handle. "Open the car trunk, Bars: the Inkinators must be ready."