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As everyone starts getting up to head to the motorpool you quickly walk over to Agent Simon. You still have a couple questions for him. He looks up at you as you approach.
“Yes, uh, D-Uh, D-8, was it? What is it?”
>A construction company? Why would THAT be where the records were kept?
He frowns. “Why not? It’s as good a cover story as any. This is top secret stuff, they’re not going to keep it in public archives.” He shrugs. “Though if that were the case there’d probably be more protections against fire. Did you want anything else?”
>Hey so, like, can I have a gun on this mission? Or maybe something else to help me not die? Hell, I'll take a sharp toothpick at this point.
Somehow Simon’s frown gets deeper.
“No. You’re a D-Class. You do as you’re told. I’m not giving you a weapon. Now if you don’t have any other stupid questions, I’ll be on my way.”
He starts packing up some papers he brought with him and begins walking towards the motorpool. Dick. You hurry up to the rest of the team. They should be more open to you at least. As you walk over you hear them discussing amongst themselves the strangeness of this mission and if you’ll all encounter something.
>Hey, what were those units you were talking about? The ones that should be doing this instead of us? We going to ever encounter them?
Jenny looks over to you. “You mean the guys I mentioned? That’s just the MTF units.”
>The MTF units?
“Yeah, Mobile Task Force. More specialised and experienced then we are. They can have any purpose from combat to schmoozing with politicians. Basically if the Foundation has a problem with anything they send an MTF out to deal with it. Technically we’re part of an MTF but I don’t think it has any official designation.”
>But what about the guys you mentioned?
“Oh, them? Delta-5 I think are the guys that grab things from other people before they get it themselves, and Iota-10 is supposed to be the guys working for us in government agencies. Alpha-7 is, I think-“
“That’s classified Jenny.” Isaac interrupts. “You shouldn’t even know they exist.”
“And neither should you,” she retorts. “Anyway, sorry Dan, can’t tell you. Don’t even know if my information is accurate on those guys.”
