Entry to the Revolution

Erina looked across a few desks.

Desk Guy had a deadpan face as he clicked away on his keyboard. The light on his face faintly flickered, revealing the rapid amount of work he was doing.

With a sigh Erina opened the messages and sent a message to the manager.

Erina: Have you managed to find out where those 6 went?

Scott: Eastern server, they split between the two halves of the continent there.

Erina: Any news on what they're doing?

Scott: The team in charge over there are a lot more strict with situations like this. They aren't as keen on giving info of their players.

Erina: We are under the same employer.

Scott: Well it's not like we have a legitimate reason to request such info anyway. It's purely curiosity after all.

Erina: You couldn't lie and say it was necessary?