"What are you doing here, Agent Gurley?" Miss Havishma questioned the light-skinned woman in front of her.
The woman looked like she was in her mid-twenties with yellowish messy low-bun hair. She had a pair of arched eyebrows that were the same color as her hair. She had a straight pointed nose under red-doe eyes. A wily smile lingered on her red full lips. She wore a loosed plain brown shirt which she folded up the sleeves and blue trousers.
"Oh, I was expecting a warmer welcome. A drink won't hurt, would it?" Agent Gurley expressed before taking a few steps closer to Miss Havishma.
Miss Havishma shoots the agent a hot glare before making her way for the exit of the hanger. Agent Gurley let out a soft laugh. She also turned and followed behind Miss Havishma.
"So, Moonfour?" Agent Gurley drawled. "We saw what happened there. Quite the damage you did don't you think?"
"Department H is no longer under the Cycle organization, so you have no authority to hold us," Miss Havishma stated.
Agent Gurley shook her head and chuckled. "Nobody said anything about Cycle organization. I'm not here as a member of the organization, I'm here as an agent of ARCHER, the damage control agency," she pointed.
The light-skinned lady took out a phone from her back pocket and tapped on it for a moment before zooming out the image in it and sliding it to Miss Havishma.
"We've got a warrant from the Prime hall to do the stuff necessary to keep Winter Weir safe, and as far as I have seen, all the Storm troopers and Department H have done since you left the Cycle organization is bring risk and damage to Winter Weir," the red-eyed lady chores.
Miss Havishma sighed loudly as she looked at the digital papers in front of her. She didn't get any rest since her connection with Storm 01 broke as she was trying to get it fixed and is now completely exhausted. Electro 28 leaned in to get a look at the papers too.
"From the fight you had in the buildings of ColdTech Zoda, risking the lives of innocent citizens. A few months ago you almost let confidential information slip into the enemy's hand, and now? Now we have a living bomb that blew up tons of people which is sure to invite other planets," she added.
Miss Havishma turned her head from the papers to face Agent Gurley. "So what do you intend to do now? Lock Storm 01 up?"
"For now," the ARCHER agent nods. "We will keep Storm 01 in our custody until he is proven to be of no damage to society, and we've also submitted a bill to get you back on your leash to the Cycle organization to keep you in circles. The People agreed to hear it. Next week Friday, 8 am sharp, don't be late, Havishma. I'll send you the files." Agent Gurley shoots them both a smile before turning her heels for the exit.
"We need to cut their information source in Department H before they break us," Electro 28 mumbled.
"Too late for that. Have someone on our side be with Storm 01, a mid-graded agent," Miss Havishma ordered. Electro 28 nods.
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Storm 01 groaned as he opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurry, but as it cleared, he realized he was in a strange place. The ceiling was not like he remembered it to be, it was green with a white ceiling fan.
He quickly sat up and looked around the place. He wasn't in Department H, at least not in the sickbay he remembered. This place he was in looked like Zoda's building bedrooms. He lived in Zoda and moved houses a couple of times with his father and all the houses he's been in had similar structural layouts.
The room he was in was designed to have two parts; one which was the part he was in, had the bed he is laying on in one corner of the room and a nightstand with the early days' lamp on it next to the bed.
Storm 01 extended his hand and switched on the lamp which made the dinosaurs' design on the wall glowed brightly. He stood up from the bed and walked over to the second part of the room which had a large mirror, a table on which the mirror was, and a stool in front of the table. On the opposite side of the mirror were a wardrobe, a shelf, and a door that led to the other parts of the house.
The Storm agent's steps were heavy for him as he walked forward to look at himself in the mirror. He noticed the stubble hair on his face and the longer hair on his head and breaks out a chuckle. He wore grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt which he doesn't remember putting on. Storm 01 picked up a band from the table and tied back his hair.
Storm 01 strode out through the door. He was now in the sitting room, same layout as the one in the house he used to live in before the D.H.
He walked out of the bungalow house and into the cold midday weather. The house was surrounded by large trees. "Where am I?" He mumbled to himself.
"You are awake."
Storm 01 turned his head to the beautiful lady sitting on one of the three slipper chairs that were round a wooden table. She had glossy skin and her silky black hair was styled in a curtain bang. The lady wore a white suit and held a cup in her hand. She dropped the cup near the tea kettle on the table and stood up.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Storm 01 questioned as he realized he wasn't in the D.H. ship.
The lady raised her hands to shoulder level. "It's fine, you're alright. I'm Agent Klay, the name's Emerald Klay," she stated, trying to calm the riled-up agent down.
Storm 01 exhaled deeply and slowly walked up to the lady. "Where are we? Why aren't we at H.Q.?"
"Err... I think you got this wrong. I'm not an agent of Department H. I'm from ARCHER, one of the thirty defense and offense agencies in the Cycle organization of Winter Weir," she revealed.
The Storm agent's brows shoot up. "You are in one of our detention houses in Zoda," Emerald added but the Storm agent still looked a bit confused.
The duo turned to the revving of an engine as a car pulled up to the detention house.
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Ishary injects a syringe with a blue liquid into Miss Havishma's hand. "I cross-checked the surroundings on Moonfour and found out that the explosion caused by Storm 01 had no radioactive particles. So you don't need to worry about cancer or something like that." The blue agent revealed. "Plus the pure fuel factory was what caused the prison base to go down."
Miss Havishma stretched her head back and exclaimed. "I was so agitated that time I walked in without even thinking."
"It's not your fault. The heat of the moment had you made that decision, and you must have been worried about your agents," Ishary stated.
Miss Havishma shifted her eyes to Ishary. "Right. Which agent was sent with Storm 01?" She questioned.
Storm 01 and Agent Klay stared at the car as it pulled up in front of them. "Your nurse is here."
"Ishary?"
"I don't know. All I know is she's from Department H too," Emerald revealed.
The door opened and the familiar medium-layered pink hair walked out of the car. The dark-haired man immediately recognized the tattoo on her neck.
"Asuncion," he mumbled softly.
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