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Terdengar lebih adil. Ha. Ha. Ha. Aku hanya bercanda.

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reward.

2.

Yakin tidak suka, jika hingga saat ini masih berbicara denganku? 🧐

the solo mission. Once again, he rereads the document to familiarize himself with the whole thing in a bigger picture. A train to nowhere, only him and his courage that shall be the guidance until the primary goal. Here is to hoping the best. : AKHIR. 13 tweets. @KumaMission

particular young man with the call sign Ding Dong never sounds like he is having a bad day. His voice is cheery and Yeonggi swears he can hear sunshine on the tone. Such positivity against rough lives they have. . . Yeonggi can only hope that the optimism will help them survive

on the other side of the intercom becomes silent almost that instant. Those men know very well to whom the stern voice belongs to and they will not want to take any chance to cause a problem. “Bell speaking. Aye, sir. Will be there in five.” And it is truly a magic how this

be currently at the mess hall, getting his protein bar fix or his favorite matcha latte. They have literally that on the base, and Yeonggi does not understand how. “Calling for Bell. This is Rafnkelsson. I need you in my office immediately.” Meanwhile, the lively mess hall

Ya, tentu saja. Memangnya apa lagi? Kukira kau takut denganku. ( mendengus sombong. )

might be the underlying reason. The last thing he wants at the moment is to put innocent people at risk if he is to follow the mission guide line by line. Right. This calls for a discussion. He presses the numbers on the intercom directly to Sebastian Bell, whom he believes to

of his duties, this one rather catches him off guard. Usually, they never really utilize public transport while heading to the checkpoints. But this document specifically requires him to take the bullet train. Something is off. He clicks his pen repeatedly as he ponders what

listed in details on the other file. Good luck, Polymath.” With that, General Reed turns and walks towards the door, closing it behind his back with a soft click. All that is left is Yeonggi, who is still trying to process everything. While he is clearly used to the suddenness

come with me, sir? Isn’t it supposed to be a solo mission?” “Technically, you will only be together until the first checkpoint. After that, the rest is up to you. We need a precise success for this preliminary mission before proceeding to the main operation. Your objectives are

is,” Yeonggi narrows his eyes, “Right. I understand. The timeline is adjusted and furthermore, I can take the bullet train. Secondly, my wingman, Spark, will stay on the base and handle the training, taking a temporary leader position, and Ding Dong. . . wait a minute. He will

immediately looked into by Yeonggi. His finger traces line by line of details. Indeed, the answers that he needs are already prepared within the documents, as if they were expected from the start. Well, the old man did not become a Commander of a joint force for nothing. “This

we expect you to head on to a preliminary solo mission first.” “I don’t mind the solo part, but the schedule is too tight, no? We have to brief and retrain our men specifically for this. . . 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬.” “Two answers for that,” General Reed drops two files on the table, which are

working on to see whether he missed something important. The papers are now scattered everywhere atop his already messy table, some even fall down and litter the floor. “No, Polymath. We have entrusted you to another operation. This one is bigger than the last one you led, so

“You’re kidding me, Commander.” The referred man, the said Commander, just stands still, shaking his head briefly as if he is in a rush for another meeting. Yeonggi looks at his superior in utter disbelief to the point he has to scramble the mountain of paperworks he has been

“Omo. Anak siapa ini?” Ingin gendong.