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Grand Canal, Venice, Italy (near Ponte dell’Academia bridge) “Hey you!” Alfred shouts to the mysterious man with a black cloak who stands in the edge of the bridge. “Was it you who did this?” The man does not respond. He readies himself with his attacking stance. “Oh. So that’s your answer, huh?” Alfred realizes as he and Ludwig also made their stance. “You’ll later regret i-” “Wait!!” A woman jumps in front of them which came from behind. She holds 2 yantok sticks which is very familiar to Alfred. “Perla! What are you doing here?” Alfred is surpri

Arancio Vaporetti Line, Venice, Italy If only this is a vacation… The thoughts of someone who wishes that this is not a mission… The place itself does not suit to be a battlefield (well the place should never consider this as a battlefield. This beautiful place should never be spoiled). “Hey Babe! What are you moping about?” “Nothing… It’s just that…” “C’mon! Cheer up! It’s our first mission! Aren’t you at least excited? We have to be heroes! HAHAHAHA!!” Alfred stands up and raises his arms to cheer Perla up. Suddenly all people in the bus stared heavily to

"We're here... Finally..." "Oh yeah! Let's kick some bu-" "Hey! We're not here to hurt somebody. We're just here to investigate." "No way Babe! That's boring! I want some action!" "YAY!! CIAO VENEZIA!! I'M HOME!!" Team 1 has just arrived in the Queen of the Adriatic Sea, Venice. A lovely and soothing morning breeze greets the team as they got off the jet plane provided by UNPSF. They are quite unsure what their mission is all about.   At the time that the mission has been given to them, in exactly 2 days ago, all Henri can tell them is to investigate "series of events" happening in Venice and report it to him. Even Feliciano does not kno

In an apartment at Fornase, 17.2 km. to Venice, Italy “Gio…” Huh?! What was that? A voice? “GIO!!” Someone’s calling me? A woman? “HEY GIO!! WAKE UP!!” Gio snaps out of his sleep in the table as he gets up quickly and saw a brunette guy… “HEY!!! You…” Gio angrily responded to his comrade, Tom. “Sorry buddy but isn’t this the time you wake up? Look at the clock, you sleepy knucklehead!” He looks at the clock near the kitchen; it is already 9:47 AM. “WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP SOONER?!” Gio shouts “I DID! BUT YOU ARE AS CO

Vague. Absolutely Vague. That’s the main impression of the nations who just heard Henri’s announcement. Clearly they need more explanation for this. “Huh? What does he mean to that?” Perla murmured to her seatmate, Feliks. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s joking?” he responded. “Do you think he’s the kind of guy who jokes around in a meeting like this?” “He’s probably insane.” “Hey Ihtiyar! Quit joking around and explain this to us!” The masked personification of the Republic of Turkey shouts to Henri while stepping his right foot to the table. Lou

Gathered in one place… Seeking for one dream… Fighting for one goal… Thousands may try… Thousands will fall… Only one rules... Only one will become… A Brigadier-General… That’s what I have read from a cattle call invitations posted at a diner. Interesting words I would say. Even in the midst of these three armies non-sense, one of them strikes me as… truthful… Well, true enough, out of the three armies, this one is the most established of them all. And most of their officers have accomplished great feats. In case you are wondering, we are in the age wherein everything is

"I must hurry! They gotta see this!" An Italian man in a suit excitedly whispers while running in a very wide corridor of an old but prestigious hall. He carries a bag and a folder that contains leads regarding a secret that was hidden to humanity for thousands of years. He also carries a SLR Camera that he uses everyday for his job. He is a very busy man. He devoted his very life for this very secret to the fact that he had to left behind his personal happiness for this. It is very evident to his somewhat unkempt hair and also his unshaven facial hair but he has very built body that endured his 22 years of service as an independent journali

Arrival Area, Tom Bradley International Terminal1, LAX, Los Angeles, California, USA. 9:15 AM. "Where on earth did that airplane gone to?!" A blonde American impatiently grumbles as he is waiting for his visitor and looking to his watch after every 2 minutes. "It's supposed to here at this rate!" "Shh! I'm looking for it!" replied by a similar looking Canadian who cuddles his very cute polar bear while looking at the arrivals listing to check the status of Philippine Airlines flight number PR 102 that supposed to arrive at 7:01 AM but for some reason it got delayed. "That's stupid! I'll call my spies!" "That would not be necessary bro!" t

Alone… In a very chaotic place… "Hello!" "Is anybody here?!" "Answer me!" She wanders to a very haunting and destructed place… Everything is empty… "Alfred?! Matthew?! Daniel?! Where are you?" She saw nothing but destruction… "Why is nobody answering?" She is very frustrated… Tears are falling in her face… She is helpless… She is hopeless… "Why..." She is crying for help and she knelt due to her hopelessness… Then she saw a piece of piercing broken glass… She picked it up, held it in both hands, aimed the edge against her chest, and… She woke up. What a nightmare! Cold s

Confusion still stirs on the thoughts of Perla as she walks in a grassy field with Alfred, Ludwig and Feliciano but the helicopter seems to be far from where they are. Ludwig is focusing on his mission as he leads the way. Alfred, who is behind Ludwig, is still groaning that the German "stole" his hero moment for saving Perla and keeps on glaring to him. Perla, who follows Alfred, is looking at the back of Ludwig. She is trying to figure out all things that happened a couple of hours ago. Why would the United Nations wanted to gather all the personifications in one place? Is it connected to the incident that happened just a few hours bef