Enter Tier Two through 122E at 10pm sharp tonight. There is a high probability that you will encounter another individual inside of 122E. Dispatch with them in whatever way you deem appropriate - they are not an OVER employee, and nobody of consequence will miss them. Afterwards, proceed into Tier Two. There is a file somewhere in building 275B that should be labeled "XDFR239-4GF-ACB3" and bear a stamp in red ink stating "For US Government Internal Use Only" and a second stamp in blue ink stating "Project 2BR56". Retrieve this file, photograph its contents, and return it to its place. There should be at least five pages inside, and up to fifty. You will not understand the contents of this file, but it is important that they be eligible and we be able to read every character. After returning the file to its place you may return to your cabin for the night. Do not be spotted or identified. -W.BG
Jess looked at the order with confusion. It was pretty standard stuff for what they were having her do these days, but the bit about the other individual was unusual. It tapped out its concerns.
do we have to do this tonight? id rather not run into anyone else, over employee or not
It took all of three seconds for the response to come through.
For the sake of expedience, please follow orders without asking further questions. -W.BG
Yeah, that was about what he was expecting. She pocketed the phone and went to bed. She usually napped before missions - she couldn't be tired in case she had to run, but he also couldn't rely on caffeine, which activated its anxiety. So it set a timer for three hours and went to bed.
That night it tricked open the door to 122E, drew his gun, and stepped inside. Sure enough there was a man already inside the building, medium-long brown hair covering his face from this angle as he rifled around behind her desk. She pointed the gun at him. "Hands in the air."
The man stood up hurriedly, throwing up his hands. She looked closer. There was something oddly familiar about his face - she didn't think it knew him, but he could've sworn the man looked like someone else.
"What's your name, and what are you doing here?"
"Cicada," he answered. "Cicada Walters."
