>>5812615Joining you today is of course your mentor, L3 Lalli Kiikoinen. There is also L3 Sigrun Eugen, the other designated tutor you could have studied under, and her student and your fellow fresh out of training rookie. L1 Manhunter Saemus Fahy, an fluffy brown-haired Irish boy. You don't know much about him other than that he's from Belfast because he enjoys regaling how while England and Ireland were not the target for any nuclear attacks, Belfast might as well have been, and how he doesn't drink. On the radio is L4 Operator Nonoka Sumika, functioning as both a commander and a coach, who you struggle to imagine fitting inside an office cubicle.
The mission for today is to cover ground and make sure there's nothing shady or dangerous lurking inside them to make up for weeks of lost ground. Sumika is leading you through sections in a winding S shape; after a dozen sections secured, return to base. Stop and return immediately if you sight something particularly out of your league. Straightforward enough!
You'd almost be chipper about it, if you hadn't heard every noise you were making so loudly. This terrain of solid concrete damp with rainwater makes your presence well known to everyone within a hundred meters. The vast sightlines, broken only by sectioned off areas, malfunctioning or sabotaged lights, and slabs of concrete, make your presence noticeable at even greater distances. Catwalks leading to doorways in the upper echelons would make great hiding spots for ill-mannered fiends.
In the few days you've known the Finnish gods, you've come to some understanding that, across many pantheons, there's not many gods of constructions and artifice. This level of hubris is purely the domain of humanity. This is a concrete jungle at best, and the gods of the hunt seem tied to the forests. For how loud everything seems down here, with each carefully trodden step into the unknown, you grow more and more unsure if they can hear you.
