<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">You are Fiona Jarnafeldt,</span> Level 2 Stormwatch Agent,</span> and you can't stop grinning.

You knew a promotion would feel good, but unloading everything from your cart and standing in your new proper sized apartment is such a relief. There's an actual personal refrigerator in here, capable of fitting more than just shelf-stable liquid meals and flavor packets. You have your own private restroom and showers. There's <span class="mu-i">separate rooms</span>. You had gotten so worried that you'd get used to living in a pod. You had worried that city life was all just sleeping in a broom closet and staying outside of it in public all the time, never leaving the gaze of others and those cameras that are everywhere, never afforded an inch of comfortable privacy. But, it took a few months, but you can stretch your arms and be glad in peace.

And all you had to do was kill someone.

Well, more than just that. You hope the process of getting promoted is more technical than willingness to kill for the good of the world.

It's been a couple months since you've joined the Helsinki Stormwatch, keeping order over the unruly humans and monsters that lurk in the stormdrains, seeking the elevated citizenship that comes with a high position. You've learned a slapdash of Finnish, have become trained in melee combat and the art of hunting, defeated aberrations with your coworkers, helped an ongoing investigation into the theft of advanced pneumatic weapon systems, found a small workshop where illegal weapons were made, and signed up for an advanced tech testing program at the behest of the Stormwatch's chief director Katriina Jousten. Those are more interesting achievements than just the killing.

But whatever moves you up, you guess.