Touka entered the fifth story via elevator, proceeded through the security point and took another elevator back down to the ground floor. Companies, they always needed to hide something from their competitors, why not hide the entire military under it and its a phony in the building everyone else sees? Of course that would not mean cheating people of their good money, it was still a company earning some measure of income, enough to pay their clueless workers who did not know about the twenty plus levels which did not show up on the building's blueprints.<br/><br/>She checked her stainless steel watch again, it was almost into the afternoon.<span style="font-style: italic">The hated overnight missions... I mean working overtime.</span>She tugged her blazer to keep the appearance of a neat office worker.<span style="font-style: italic">Penpusher</span>, she corrected herself. Seriously, it was hard to tell which was hear real life; was it the life she led among her squad members? Or was it the one where she ate alone at the benches along the streets? She decided perhaps she should go back to a place she had hung out as a child. It may not even be there today.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Isana took out a pack of tissues from her bag, "Take it!" She waved it in front of his face. "Look at your face, jeez. Sit down," She waved to one of the arcade's staff who came over to see what had happened to show that it was alright, "I didn't hit<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>hard," She reasoned, hovering around Sato like an agitated bee. She wanted to punch Hiro in the face, if he could sit back and laugh his head off, he definitely could help his own brother or something. At this rate she may end up having to treat Sato lunch as an apology.