Mission: MR

Chapter 1 - The Encounter

        CHAPTER 1 - THE ENCOUNTER

The extensive amount of people in the conference was unbelievable. Every single representative from M.O.S.O (and each having their own translator, of course speaking many different languages) was in one single conference room at a confidential suite in Makaha, Hawaii. Several representatives from all over the world were there to discuss one single project.

'Project: MR'

        "これはばかげている。ただの女の子を殺し、それに乗る！それについては何もすることがない場合は、このプロジェクトに継続も意味はありません！彼女は、私たちはプロジェクトを完了いずれかの方法の重要でないです。" One of the Japanese representatives (Mr. Akamine) exclaimed. The Japanese translator explained and supposedly, he had said: "This is ridiculous! Just kill the girl and get on with it, there's no need to have such a grand meeting for a simple girl! There's absolutely no reason for it, and she's not of importance to us either way." 

        "Mr. Akamine, we understand that there's no need to continue, but there's no way we can just kill the girl. She's of importance to many other organizations, and if either any of them find out, we'll be exposed to the public as a harmful one." Ms. Brasher had been composed and calm, grabbing the glass of water to drink while the translator informed Mr. Akamine of what she had just explained. 

        After having understood the conversation from his translator, Mr. Hinrichs spoke up. 
        "Frau Brasher ist richtig. Wir können nicht einfach sofort , sie zu töten , es wäre schlecht für den Ruf des Unternehmens sein ." As the translator did her job, Mr. Hinrichs had said: "Ms. Brasher is correct. We cannot just immediately kill them as it would be bad for the company's reputation." 

       The conversation persisted until 2PM in the afternoon. They were all dismissed for each of their respective midday meals and were to return by 3. Each had a conversation with their chiefs over confidential phones given to them by a notable hacker, who had made sure they weren't bugged. 

        "Yes sir. Yes. I understand. No but- Goddammit!" The frustrated male shot his phone down at the floor.

        "Well? What'd chief say?" A woman who was listening quite closely, asked teasingly while circling around the young man.

        "Well?!? What do you mean well?! What do you think happened?" He replied with an exasperated tone. The woman just laughed and shrugged it off.

      "Who in the hell are you anyway? Another rep leader? Asian? Rastafarian? Either way, you have no business with my chief or myself." With a somewhat calmed down tone he stood up to reveal a tall structure.

        "Woah, woah, calm your boat, commander. I'm representative Crayn Moore, from the American division. Pretty sure same goes for you, Mr. Garn Cross." Crayn sat down and grabbed the phone from the floor. "Looks like you damaged this thing pretty bad, what's chief gonna say?" She tinkered with the phone, tapping here and there at the screen and its cover.

        "American divi- you mean to tell me chief sent another rep in a different plane, without informing me? You're absolutely ludicrous. I don't believe you." Garn snatched the phone out of her hand and stomped off towards the street to grab a cab.

        "Your loss." Crayn also started walking towards the street, following Garn close behind. 

        "Quit following me." Garn said roughly.

        "What? We have to go to the board room right? It's almost 3." She continued to walk past him and called for a cab. Garn's eyes narrowed and caught up, getting into the cab with the annoying witch. 

        At the entrance to the suite, the two stepped out and paid the driver.  "You know the protocol Carson," Crayn whispered to the driver. She then strutted off into the suite leaving Garn to his business. Garn took his suitcase out of the back and followed along. The two sat in the board room waiting for the others to appear as the meeting resumed.

        "As many have talked to their chiefs, so have I and my fellow representative Mr. Cross. As the girl lives in Seattle, Washington naturally it'll be handled by the American division." Crayn spoke up with a calm tone, but "Mr. Cross" interrupted with his own saying.

        "Hold on, I don't recall having ever agreed to what he had said. Besides, how are we supposed to take care of that? We haven't been experienced with the Corhoridge Deviator. Do you know how difficult that's been to use? You need at least 4 years of training in order to get into something like that. Besides, we're representatives, not some weird tech monkeys." 

        "Calm down, the chief's already gotten it handled. There seems to be another "tech monkey" out in the waiting for us back at central. Either way, the problem's been already discussed and figured out. The reason as to why we're still present to this meeting is if anyone has any objections."

        "Musím súhlasiť s Mr. Cross . Ako sú dvaja zástupcovia mali pre prácu v jednej z najzložitejších strojov bez riadneho tréningu ? Je to znieť smiešne , a to by bolo celkom hrozné , keby sa niečo stalo , aby jeden z vás . (I have to agree with Mr. Cross. How are two representatives supposed to work inside of one of the most complex machines without any proper training? It sound ridiculous and it would be quite a terrible thing if anything happened to either of you.) " Ms. Kysely had a worried look on her face looking at both of the representatives.

        "As mentioned beforehand, we'll be accompanied by an expert in the field. Besides, the maximum amount of damage our Corhoridge can do is loss of memory. Even having it is just a small casualty any memory loss can just be retrieved after the procedure. It really isn't that worrisome or difficult to achieve." Crayn said reassuringly. 

        "Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that we're going to be inside of a memory-losing machine with not only absolutely no idea what's going to happen, but with a person whom we don't even know if we can trust? Whatever decision the chief made, it's injudicious. Especially without considering any casualties, it's stupid!" Garn said in an outrage. Everyone began mumbling until it reached Crayn.

        "The decision's been made Mr. Cross, there's no way to get around it. If the chief says it, so be it. You should know this better than anyone. Are there really no other objections? Good. End of discussion." She took her suitcase and walked out of the room, leaving everyone else to decide what to do next. 

To be Continued in Chapter 2: Decisions by the Authority