Look closer, this is an official appointnt letter from the Federation. Theres even the Presidents seal and signature are you seriously telling you dont recognise it?!
I already told you, I dont. Stop being so persistent. Just because youre pretty doesnt an you can do as you like!
Are you calling a woman? You must be illiterate. Thats right, otherwise why cant you read the letter? Ugh nothing is worse than dealing with the illiterate, especially when they are blind as well!
Who are you calling illiterate? Whos blind? Just because youre hot, doesnt an you can get away with insulting others! It doesnt matter how good looking you are if you go around treating others like morons no one will like you, especially not !
Why the heck should I care if you like or not? Wait! When did I even say that Im a girl? I am a man!
Hah! You think you can just change your gender just because youre beautiful? What are you if not a girl? Geez, get your gender right before leaving the house, why dont you!
Thats it. I cant take it anymore! Wheres your superior? You cant be the only survivor in this building. Bring him out, I have sothing important to discuss with him. At this point, I was beyond exasperation and did not want to waste anymore ti dealing with a coward hiding behind the anonymity of his exosuit.
Theres no need for that. Im already here. A door not too far behind the police sentry I was arguing with opened up. An equally battered and bloodied exosuit stepped through a second later and addressed . While he still did not reveal his face, I could tell from the voice that he was a middle-aged, mature officer. You ntioned you are from the Bureau of Enhanced Humans and Supernatural Ability Users?
Thats right. Heres my appointnt letter, I hope at least you are able to read. I enlarged the holographic letter so that even a short-sighted person could see it, let alone a pilot whose sight would be auto-corrected by his exosuit.
Theres no need for that, I know you. The mature officers voice almost quivered at that last word. I just received a notification from the brass ntioning that we will be temporarily placed under your command should we encounter you. Till the danger in Southern Plains is resolved I couldnt believe the notification at first, but I understand why now youre so outstanding to oversimplify things with my limited vocabulary
Huh? Could you just get to the point in one sentence? Its annoying trying to piece together what youre saying when you speak in fragnts. I curtly cut him off, slightly creeped out the longer he spoke. Sohow, I was getting a bad feeling from him.
Right. Right. Initially, I thought that you were chosen just because of your looks, but, oh, how wrong I was. His holographic display turned on, revealing a tanned man in his thirties with a squarish face. His gaze shifted slightly as he smiled shyly. Im saying I accept your authority.
Oh, then you have my thanks. Even though having a mature man smile at like that made my butt cheeks clench a little, his ready acknowledgent of my command made feel a lot better. Start by introducing yourself, then we can talk about your situation. How many combatants do you have? Are there any survivors under your care? Lastly have you guys noticed anybody who has awakened supernatural abilities?
My na is Sima Junmo, Im a commander of a Special Assault Tactics (SAT) squad. As of right now, there are five mbers in my squad, including . They are all capable subordinates
Sima Junmo began explaining his situation next. Apparently, they were suddenly attacked by those skeletal beasts last night. Coupled with those ghosts ambushing them, their losses were heavy. That was how their squad size was reduced to five. However, these five were all seasoned veterans, seeing they actually survived an attack from those incorporeal monsters. This sudden increase in the undeads power led to Sima Junmo making the decision to hole up in this position.
In actuality, there was one more reason why he had to do so. That was because he also had fifty civilians to guard. As policen under the Federation, Sima Junmo and his n were all fiercely loyal to their duty. While they still drew breath, they would never abandon their charges. Unfortunately, this hampered their movents significantly. In light of that, they could only take up a defensive position while hopefully waiting out this entire undead crisis.
Roughly ten minutes ago, Sima Junmo received a ssage from a representative of General Rodenas, informing him that the Federation had noticed sothing was amiss in Southern Plains before the zombie apocalypse. In order to investigate this abnormality, they even created a new but secretive bureau.
Naturally, the seasoned Federation policeman that he was imdiately realised that this was just the Federations version of bullcrap.
But regardless of whether or not the citizens actually bought this story, the civil servants of the Federation were basically convinced, seeing as the General even went so far as to pull that Goddess of Hope into the mix. When he first saw the photo of said girl, he was quick to throw shade at the general. Perhaps this girl was just the old bears niece, or maybe sothing more?
The mont I heard him say that, I almost wanted to roast him alive in his bloody tincan. But I soon gave up on that idea as trouble soon reared its ugly head once more
But I understand now, you got to where you are by sheer ability. He then stared at with the intensity of the sun. Only a girl as perfect as you could be considered a goddess
Im sorry, but let interrupt for a second
I know, I know. Youre going to say that youre a man and all that. Sima Junmo briskly cut off. I understand completely. Its not easy travelling out and about as a girl. Especially for a goddess such as yourself. But thats not an issue anymore. I hereby swear on my life that I will protect you!
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