Taejin Mission 029: Pest Control
It began with rain.
Laguna Loire was in a locker room of sorts; he was alone. The power had somehow managed to be cut off by the storm, forcing the man to finish lacing his boots in the dark. Pale, milky clouds darkened by afternoon light stretched across the sky separated into rectangles by interior window frames - the gentle rattling of droplets tapped against the glass panels with a persistent lull.
"Of course; it would be raining on my first mission," Laguna said to himself before standing with an exaggerated yawn and amused smirk. The mission sounded simple enough, all they had to do was head northwards, right? There is no way they could possibly get lost. As he strode through the empty, dark halls to one of many doors leading to an external stairwell; the commando proceeded to envelope himself with a sage-green hooded leather cloak. Laguna wondered what kind of person this Ignis was, would he be difficult to work with? 'Difficulty' was totally Laguna's middle name and he wasn't about to let some quarter-minded soldier walk all over him. Nope.
As the passing thought winded through Laguna's mind, his coordination seemed to go with it - for he proceeded to tumble down two flights of stairs. Well; that's one way to leave a building - and boy, did it hurt. Landing at the bottom of the stairs and right before the main double doors to the facility, Laguna sat. Both disoriented and damaged, he began laughing at himself loudly. What would the likelihood of somebody being present to witness such an embarrassing event be? For this commando, all too likely.
