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"I'm sure Mr. Tarfo is involved in Project Neo… however, I can't say what he has in mind since"
No, not the phone! Grumyousickeningrumtimewastersgrum… the caller's phone number is even set on Private! Who could possibly be?!
"Good evening, my name is Tonnalisa Pinna from the Inkopolis Security Team. How may I help you?"
Good evening, Tonna.
GAAAAH!
"M-Mr. Tarfo!" Nugh! "What can I do for you, sir?"
Listen carefully… I sent an email in your email account: open it, download the attached document and print it.
Eh? Eh? EH?!
"Forgive me f-for the curiosity, but is there a"
Do you want to see a future ruined by the hands of the old?
"… excuse me?"
Tonna, do as I said… I'm about to depart for another country. I can't do anything while I'm on the plane…
What's up with all this vague talking?! What's he up to now?!
"… understood."
I haven't finished: once you have the document, go to the Prison Department and present it to Martin Wave. Once he has the document, you can return in your office and resume your tasks.
Martin Wave? I think I talked to him once… in any case, I know where to go.
"Yes sir."
One more thing… do not say anything about this to the future kind.
"The future kind…?" Why he's talking in such cryptic way?!
I'm sure you will understand. Thank you for the cooperation, Tonna.
"You are welcome, Mr. Tarfo." Am I still far away from dinner?! This madness can't go on for the infinite: it has to end!
Goodbye Tonna.
"Goodbye Mr. Tarfo." Pheeeww… I can take a small break!
"… do you figured it out yet?" Figured about… ah, right.
"Uhm… I assume he was talking about the Inkinators…"
"He was indeed." Good! I'm keeping the smart looks at least… "I heard you have to print a document."
"Yes, let me check…" Uff… I can do this… the goal is close by…!
Alright, let's see where-29 new mails?! I checked 27 ones just 15 minutes ago! … aaah, most of them are just ads! I'll take care of them later… first, let's open Mr. Tarfo's email. Oh? A request of notification… yes, sure. Ok, the document is riiiight here… … eh?
"Let me see, Tonna."
… what kind of language is this?!
"Ah, do you know the language used for writing down this document?"
"Uhm… Naminese?" Those drawing-like letters do look like
"No, it's Ikanese." She knows?!
"You know this language?!"
"Not really… just the letter compositions." … that's still something! They all look the same to me! "Can't tell a single word of this document… except it's signed by Mr. Tarfo himself."
"The sign is undeniably his… oh well, in the print it goes." I know, I should try to understand the general purpose of this document… … uff, who cares? It's going to be one hour odyssey anyway… might as well focus on the incoming dinner.
"I have to go…" Judging from her expression, she seems… a bit unrest. I guess she wants to see her daughter again. "If you need something, call me."
"What I need is some relaxing music accompanying me during this work…" Speaking of that, I still have to try it while I'm trying to sleep… maybe it could be more effective than chamomile!
"That wouldn't do much… trust me." She's walking away… and the document is finally ready to be picked up. "Bye."
"Bye bye!" All I have to do now is to just carry this document on and… probably deciding if I should try the special Pasta mix or just stick with the usual combo I order around this time.
One thing is for sure: I'll eat my dinner in my room, so I can already start wearing my pajamas and relax on the bed… while I'm listening to some relaxing music. Hmm… I wonder if there is a supposed hot bath version, somewhere on the Inknet…
"… curses! Th-there must be something…!"
Mirii's hands were behind her back, as her head was tilted down and her feet were walking forward… until she stopped in front of a blue wall, depicting a realistic-looking coral reef located at the bottom. The ceiling had a round light in the center and light-blue wave patterns.
The girl turned behind, resuming her walk.
"A way to escape… it has to exist! Somewhere, at least… but of course!" She stopped, as her head rose back and her mouth opened. "I could explain the situation to that guard over there!" Her head turned to her right. "… but what if that will not work? What else I can do…?"
"Mirii, please… stop walking."
The girl turned her head to her left: Grina was sitting on a coral-looking bench, near Hun's right side. Bars was resting on a rectangular, flat bed depicting sand and some rocks spread around. Another bed was standing above him: his right arm was covering his eyes.
"Really, you have been doing that for 10 minutes straight…" Grina sighed, as her eyebrows were up.
"… hmpf." Mirii's head rose. "Have you thought a solution?"
Grina's head shook. Her head lowered, as her eyes closed.
"I'm not well… how can I even think of anything, if I'm all out of sugar?!"
"Mirii, I don't think there is anything we can do about this… for now." Hun's mouth downturned and his eyebrows rose. "We would be seen as criminals, if we escape… what we can do is only to prove our innocence by acting good."
"I doubt those Agents would ever see our innocence, Hunley…" Mirii's eyes closed, her eyebrows went down a bit. "… in such case, which strategy could be used?"
"How about we just sleep on it, girl…!" Bars kept his position. "Like, as soon as they got tired of seeing us inside the prison, they would all go like Screw it and we are out…"
"… what kind of thinking is that?!" Mirii's eyes opened, frowning and turning her head towards Bars. "I refuse to let luck handle this situation! … at least, not until I truly ran out of options to use."
The girl turned behind, as she took a quick, loud breath.
"I still have some of them left…" Mirii took some steps forward. "And I intend using them." She cleared her voice, as her head rose and her eyelids lowered to the middle. "Excuse me?"
Her eyes were looking through a large, light-blue glass panel, staring at a large Snail Shell, resting on the ground, with the right side sticking out from the left wall.
"… sir? I'm requesting attention from you, the guard on duty." Mirii snorted.
"… groan… just a minute…"
Slowly, a hermit crab wearing round glasses crawled out of his shell, standing up while looking at Mirii.
"What's it…?" His left claw rubbed his left eye.
"Wh, how he dared to sleep on the job?!" A vein popped out from Mirii's forehead. "… his laziness might be useful, actually. Let's see…" Quickly, Mirii's head shook. "I would like to call a friend of mine, as well as complaining about… this cell."
"You weren't complaining about the cell…" He yawned loudly. "You just want to escape…"
"Wh-what?!" Mirii's mouth opened wide, as her eyes expanded. "It can't be: he was snoring loudly! W-was he pretending to be asleep?!"
"Listen... I can't let you call your friend, since visiting hours are over for today… besides, tomorrow you will be out anyway…" Slowly, the hermit crab began crawling back inside his shell.
"Really?!" Mirii smiled widely.
"Uuuh… not just out of the prison… also out of the Headquarters." His voice was coming from the shell.
Mirii's face went paler, as her mouth immediately downturned.