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"That might as well be it!" Grina stands up, while clenching her fists and frowning a lot. "I'm sick of playing cops and robbers, anyway!"
"Grina, calm yourself!" Mirii turned behind, frowning a bit. "You are spouting nonsense…" Her arms crossed. "Of course you want to"
"Ah, don't worry about that!" Grina nodded. "If they are lookin' for it, I would be more than glad to be the robber instead."
Mirii's irises shrunk, as her eyes expanded for a moment.
"Enough with your claims!" She frowns even more. "Or else I'm forced to make you quieter and more assertive…"
"Wait… I'm receiving a message…" The hermit crab's voice was coming from his shell.
"A message?" Mirii turned behind, as her mouth opened a bit. "What message?"
"… ah… uhm… ok. Got it."
Slowly, the hermit crab crawls out of his shell…
"I don't know the reasons, but…" His head turned towards the wall.
Clic.
The glass panel rose upwards, as Mirii, Hun and Grina's head followed the panel's movement. Bars' head turned to his right, with his right arm falling and his right hand touching the sand-appearing floor.
"… you can go." The man slowly crawls back inside his shell, yawning loudly.
"Heh…" Grina grins, as she began walking forward. "… I should act more than usual: that luck swing was too slick to let it pass!"
"… what if those same reasons will backfire us all?!" Mirii's head rose, as her feet were now taking steps forward. "I must be careful… something is not right." Her irises moved first to the left, then to the right. "Once I'm out of here, I'll look further into those matters… there's got to be a reason! A cause… what could that be?!"
"Eh eh, like… told ya that they would gave up." Bars chuckles, as his hands went behind his neck. "Just in time too: the hunger went in da house."
"I'm sure our innocence did all the job!" Hun nodded, smiling. "See, Mirii? When you are good, no one can be mad at you."
"… Hunley, I'm still skeptical about this." Mirii sighed. "But for now, let's get out of here…" Her eyes were seeing an Inkling man, wearing a blue outfit with a black tie and a blue hat. "… and let me talk to the guard over there."
The man was standing in front of a glass door: his arms were folded.
"… yet again, you still managed to escape…" His eyes squeezed a bit.
"Uhm?" Mirii's head shook once and briefly.
"You can keep faking your intentions…" The man turned behind, pulling the door. "It will never works with the others." He walked forward.
"Hey doc, what's the big deal?" Grina smiles, as her head tilted to her left and her hands went on her hips. "Do ya"
"Ssssh!" Mirii's head turned to her left, as her face frowned a bit.
Grina's mouth sealed, shrugging and shaking her head.
"… thank you for letting us pass, sir." Mirii's head turned forward, as she walked out of the hallway.
The man snorted, standing against the wall on the left: his head was turning towards the walking Inklings, watching one by one.
"… nngh…" Sweat covered Mirii's forehead, as her irises went to her left. "That man… I-I don't have the courage to make him explain more about his accuses… and to be frank, I do not even have any desire to dive into this… mess." Her eyes closed.
The Inkinators were reaching an automatic entrance: the doors went each a side, once Mirii's right foot stepped on the green carpet.
"Well, do you know the path?" Grina's head turned left and right. "Not feel like playing Adventure Greta…"
Mirii's eyes were staring at a large hall filled with Inkling Agents either talking with each other or walking by with documents, a wooden counter, a door near the right corner and another one on the left corner. A large green plant was sitting in the middle, coming from a white and red lines vase.
"Uhm… this could be the right moment to use that application I have on my smartphone… AH, RIGHT!" Mirii's eyes expanded. "We forgot to retrieve our items!" She turned behind, as sweat was jumping out from her head. "We must go back and talk to that man!"
"Him? I… I'm not sure." Grina shrugged. "He doesn't look like someone who would hold items or something."
Mirii's head turned left and right for at least 2 seconds… before her sight rested on the counter. A hermit crab wearing a red bow on the top of her shell was staring back at the girl. The crab smiled.
"Do you need something?" Her eyes closed. "I'm the prison's Secretary."
"Yes, we would like to have our items back." Mirii nodded, as she walked in front of the counter.
"Unfortunately, your items are under custody." The crab's eyes opened, as her mouth downturned and her eyebrows went up. "Please come back in a hour or two for"
"We need them urgently!" Mirii's head lowered, frowning. "Not only for letting us navigate through the Headquarters, but also for letting us be prepared for upcoming situations we might not"
"I'm afraid there is nothing you can do…" The woman sighed. "Please, understand my position…"
Mirii snorted, as her eyes squeezed a bit.
"… when we will retrieve our items?"
"An Agent will visit your room, handing all your items." The woman nodded, smiling. "I would like to remind you that no data will be used outside of the HQ, nor it will be stored in the HQ's database…" Her eyes closed. "Your items will be given back intact… and if that it's not the case, please come to me and report said incident: I'll send a file to the responsible and in no time, justice will be served." Her eyes opened. "Am I clear?"
"Like… do you have a book in your eyes?" Bars chuckles. "That really reminds me"
Grina's right hand tapped twice on Bars' left shoulder, as her eyebrows were down.
"Barsy, that was low!" Her head turned to her right, tilting upwards. "You don't want her to milkshake some ex-ooze and give that to us, right?!"
Hun's eyebrows downturned: his head turned to his right, as his eyes were staring at Mirii.
"Uh? What's an ex-ooze?" Hun's right hand went above his head, scratching a bit loudly.
"Nothing, because Grina used an…" Mirii's head lowered, as her eyes closed and her mouth sighed loudly. "… an obsolete, overrated way of saying Don't make her our enemy."
"Ha ha, that's ok!" The woman nodded. "I took that as a compliment, actually…"
"Hun Squidson?"
"Oh?" Hun turned behind, as his mouth opened a bit.
Mirii twisted behind too: an Inkling man wearing a full, black suit had his hands behind his back, standing still and watching the boy.
"You have been called by the Science Department: they have prepared a special outfit for you to wear for your next mission." The man's expression was the same as before.
"A… special outfit?" Mirii's head rose. "… hmm…"