While the battle between Podbe and Urion continued, the chief called the leader of squad C to address the issue of the news that threatened their work as a secret agency and resolve the problem as soon as possible.
"Do whatever it takes to fix the situation," said the chief.
"As always, chief, leave it all to me," replied the person at the other end, and they both hung up.
"Alright, team, we have the green light. We need to act immediately; there's a live broadcast that's been put everywhere," said the leader of team C, sitting in a dimly lit room with a desk in front of them. Their voice was strong, though not authoritarian, but sometimes a bit. In a room at a secret location, two people were with the leader.
The leader turned to one of the members: "You, Leila, call someone from unit D to help you with these items listed in this document. It's of the utmost urgency," they handed the paper to Leila.
"Yes, I'll do it right away," responded the young woman.
Leila Ringo, the assistant and number eight in unit C of the agency, is one of the few young people who survived the Metalux process by Dr. Laos, father of the current doctor. Rescued by the agency, she vowed to work with them. At a young age, she became number eight, or as they say in the agency, agent C-eight. Today, at fifteen years old, she assists the leader of squad C in everything, whom she sees as her hero because he saved her. Leila is distracted, although she tries not to show it; she has short brown hair that matches her black eyes.
"What did he tell me?" she wondered to herself before leaving the office.
"What, didn't you hear, kid? He said to go and call someone from the tech team. It's a good thing you don't lose your head because it's attached to your body," commented Rachel Mark, agent C-five, who was next to her.
Rachel is a woman with a deep and warm complexion, similar to polished ebony under the sunlight. Her hair is a crown of tight, voluminous curls that frame her face with natural elegance. Her large, expressive eyes are dark brown, reflecting wisdom and emotional depth that captivate those who look at her. Her full, well-defined lips curve into a smile that lights up her face and conveys a contagious warmth. Rachel has a slender, athletic figure, with a posture that exudes confidence and grace. She is thirty-five years old and very dedicated to her work.
"Hurry up, kid, this is urgent," said Rachel.
Leila ran to her cubicle and called the tech team.
"Hello, this is the tech department. I'm Leila from team C. We urgently need the following items as soon as possible in hangar seven. This is a direct order from the chief," said Leila, passing the sheet through a teleportation port.
The person on the line indicated that they had already received the document with the specifications and would immediately fulfill the request.
The young girl ran to her leader's office. The wooden door was closed; she knocked and knocked, and after a moment, someone on the other side said, "Yes, hello, who is it?"
"It's me, Leila. I'm here to report."
"Oh!" responded the voice. "Come in," said the person behind the door.
When the door opened, the office was full of people. It seemed that her other colleagues had already arrived. The leader was on the phone with agent C-two, Brea Heart, who was looking into some aspects of the train case.
"Ms. Brea, have you finished handling the matters in Austria? I need you as soon as possible. We must make a trip to Italy and then a small change, you know," insinuated the leader.
"Leader, I'm still on the case and waiting for agent I-five, who went out to track a lead and hasn't returned yet."
"Alright, finish that mission as soon as possible, and if you can, join us there," said the leader. He said goodbye and hung up.
"Wow, it must be something big for the leader to be impatient," said Brea while looking for news on the internet.
"Hello, Leila. It's me, Ada Feng," greeted Ada.
Ada Feng is agent C-nine, a twenty-seven-year-old woman with a calm and comforting presence. Medium height, her figure is slender and well-proportioned, projecting an image of natural elegance. Her long, straight hair falls gently over her shoulders, with a jet-black shine that highlights her youth and vitality. Her face is oval with high, defined cheekbones that give her a delicate and harmonious appearance. Her warm, deep brown eyes have a slight almond shape, adding an exotic touch to her expression. They reflect kindness and empathy that make her very approachable and easy to trust.
Ada has a soft and sincere smile that lights up her face and conveys a sense of peace and well-being to those around her. Her well-defined lips curve into a friendly expression that tends to put others at ease. She is known for her friendly nature and her constant willingness to help others. Her personal style is simple and elegant, opting for clothes that combine comfort and good taste. Of Chinese descent, she is a very good friend of Leila.
"Hi, Ada, how are you? I see you were also called here," Leila remarked.
"Yes, well, all of us, actually," interrupted Martha Rojas and Sheila Davila.
"Oh, it's those annoying ones!" Leila thought to herself, as she didn't get along well with them because they were very bossy and critical.
Martha Rojas is a vibrant and determined Latina woman, thirty years old, with a contagious energy that lights up any room she enters. Medium height with an athletic build, her wavy dark brown hair frames her face full of vitality and determination. Her eyes are large and expressive, a deep brown that reflects her passion and resilient spirit. Martha is known for her natural leadership and her ability to inspire others. Although she can be quite bossy, she is always willing to lend a helping hand, and her cheerful laugh is a familiar sound to her friends and family. She is originally from Brazil.
Sheila Davila is a Latina woman with a strong and determined character, thirty years old, though she looks younger. She has an imposing presence that doesn't go unnoticed. Medium height with a robust figure, her blonde hair, which some say is dyed, shines under the sunlight and falls gently over her shoulders. Her hazel eyes convey an intensity and determination that make it clear she is not afraid to face challenges. Sheila is known for her frankness and her ability to tackle problems head-on. Although her character may seem harsh, those who know her well value her loyalty and firmness. Her style is elegant and classic, opting for clothes that combine simplicity and good taste, reflecting her determined and direct personality. Sheila is from Mexico. She and her colleague were agent C-three and agent C-four, respectively. They always gave Leila a hard time.
"Wow, it seems you were also invited... or did you sneak in?" the two said in a mocking tone.
Leila was about to go towards them when Ada grabbed her firmly by the arm, and on the other side, agent C-six, Rosa Mass, another friend of Leila, also took her arm. Rosa, a thirty-five-year-old woman, always gave Leila advice and treated her very well. She was a natural blonde with crystal blue eyes that were impossible to ignore, even with her glasses, because she had mild vision problems and needed glasses to see things from afar. She was slender, and her voice was sweet.
"Not worth it, friend," said Rosa, making Leila relax immediately, as she cared a lot for Rosa and saw her as a role model.
Leila turned her gaze to the other side of the room, where agents C-seven, C-ten, and C-eleven were. Three young women who always went everywhere together. Many thought they were sisters or even triplets kidnapped for experiments, as they looked very much alike. All had enviable physiques, with brown eyes that shone against their tan skin. The only way to tell them apart was by their hair color.
C-seven, or Alicia Ruiz, had short pink hair and was twenty years old. Teresa Alba, agent C-ten, also twenty years old, had long green hair down to her waist, always tied in a braid. Lastly, Samanta Gomez, agent C-eleven, had a thick mane of purple hair, and was also twenty years old. The three were very friendly but always stuck together. They didn't talk much but had many followers, almost like a fan club at the base.
"Oh, they too... I wish I had an enviable figure like that," said Leila, because she didn't have much of a bust.
"You're still young, darling, they'll grow," said Ada.
"No, no... I didn't say anything. I thought I said that in my mind," Leila blushed and pulled away from both of them because everyone in the office had a good figure, even her friends. She headed to a corner when someone clapped their hands, making her look up.
"Attention, ladies," said a strong and firm voice. It was the deputy leader or agent C-one, Margaret Bright, a woman of about forty-five years, though she never liked to talk about that. She was a strong woman, her muscles noticeable even through the detective suit they all wore: a black jacket, white shirt, skirt, and black boots.
She was a person to be reckoned with, although she acted tough. "I think she has her feelings deep down," thought Leila.
Margaret cleared her throat and said, "Well, ladies, we are gathered here because our leader has an important announcement to make, and it is of top priority, as many of you already know or assume."
Leila was almost at the door when someone opened it suddenly and pushed her. The girl fell to the ground, and a voice said, "Sorry, excuse me Leila, I came to tell you that I saw a broadcast about something that happened in the mountains in Italy. I thought you should know."
Everyone looked at him with a disapproving face, indicating they already knew. Leila turned to shout at him.
That was Mark Lake, the latest addition to our team. He is agent C-twelve and the only man in the entire unit. He has orange hair and eyes, which makes him look like a carrot. Sometimes we call him that, although he doesn't get the hint. He likes to eat a lot but never gains weight. He is a year older than me, though he behaves like a little kid, and his height helps him pass as one; he is almost my size. Plus, he always finds out things at the last minute; he's worse than me, I think.
"Am I interrupting your pleasant conversation?" said C-one.
Leila apologized, lowering her head at Margaret's furious expression. Mark did the same, scared. He was only afraid of Alicia because the others treated him like a king for being the only man, even the three identical girls. And yes, everyone in unit C is a woman, even the leader.
"As I was saying..." Margaret was about to continue when everyone heard a loud bang on the table that left a dent in it. The light above the table illuminated the silhouette of a woman. It was the leader, Azulema White.
Azulema White is a woman whose age is a mystery. If I had to guess, she'd be around fifty years old, though she doesn't look it at all. She is extravagant and energetic, and her laughter is so loud and contagious that everyone around her hears her laugh out loud. She loves to do as she pleases, though she knows there are limits, especially those imposed by her boss. However, she always stands up for her team and will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals.
She isn't bossy, but her seriousness and firmness are so impressive that they are more intimidating than Margaret's. With Mark, on the other hand, she has special, almost maternal, treatment, as if he were her own son and grants him all his whims. I even saw her once sitting on her lap and feeding him cake like a little child. Azulema has curly blue hair that perfectly matches her beautiful dark blue eyes. She is the tallest of them all and always wears heels, further highlighting her unique and striking personality.
"Alright ladies, less chatter and more action," called the leader loudly. "Leila!"
"Yes, ma'am," responded Leila.
"Did you do what I asked?" inquired the leader.
Leila, stammering a bit, said yes.
"Excellent. And stop bothering Marky," she said, using the affectionate nickname she had for Mark.
"But, but I..." said Leila, flustered because it wasn't her fault for interrupting. As she looked at Mark with an annoyed expression, he just rubbed his head in embarrassment.
"Everyone to hangar seven," ordered the leader. In a commanding voice, Margaret said, "You heard her, ladies, get ready and let's go. I'll brief you on the rest of the way. Hurry up," she indicated, and everyone began to head towards the hangar.