Mission Impossible

BLITHE DEL ROSARIO

With a commanding tone, I declared, "Let's begin, shall we?" I swiped my hand upward, activating the concealed terminal system. The transparent glass on the marble desk revealed the sophisticated technology underneath.

To ensure maximum security, I initiated the regular passcode procedure and performed a meticulous biometric scan, including fingerprint verification. From a bracelet on my left wrist, I retrieved a compact data console using a space storage unit. I placed the console on the scanner, and its unique material was absorbed as a series of codes by the main terminal server.

An artificial intelligence voice confirmed my successful login. The glass console served as the core of the terminal system, securely storing vital data. It acted as a physical key, protecting against fake identification and hacking attempts.

Additional security measures reinforced the system. The core data was encrypted, making it inaccessible to unauthorized individuals. This encryption converted the data into a coded format that could only be unlocked with the correct key, ensuring that even if the system were compromised, the information remained safe.

The terminal system was housed in a secure environment, likely a restricted area. This physical security prevented unauthorized access, further enhancing the system's integrity.

As the login procedures finished, a faint glow emitted from the desk's center, signaling the activation of a 3D hologram projector. I deftly swiped my hands, summoning a floating virtual keyboard. With quick keystrokes, I commanded the system to retrieve a specific file.

In response, a holographic representation of the file appeared, providing a safe way to view, edit, and analyze the information without risking data leaks or unauthorized duplication.

Given the sensitive nature of our missions, this terminal system was essential for maintaining security. While no system is completely foolproof, the combination of biometric scanning, physical key authentication, encrypted storage, restricted access, and holographic projection allowed me to navigate confidently, knowing my actions and the sensitive data were well-protected.

"Sibylline, pass the information to everyone," I instructed, making her appear as my secretary in this moment.

"I got it, right away, Lady," she responded promptly.

Sibylline maintained a composed expression, adjusting her eyeglasses. I noticed Arcane sneering at her, but she ignored him, showing her professionalism. Without wasting time, she began typing on her side of the desk, accessing the main terminal from her own terminal. She temporarily deactivated the private access seals on the file to block unauthorized access and started scanning through the database, sending the files individually to the group.

As the hologram displayed the information, everyone focused on it. After receiving the files on their desks, they seemed puzzled.

Earlier, Sibylline had been silent while scanning the data, deeply focused and unsure about how to address its content.

"Lady, this is a bit sudden, don't you think?" Sibylline finally asked, voicing her concerns.

As everyone reviewed the files, skepticism spread among them, echoing Sibylline's feelings. The contents indicated that we were now assigned to a group mission together. This was a significant change from the norm, as each of us typically handled missions alone. The sudden shift was unsettling, especially for those who weren't used to working in teams.

Sibylline took a deep breath and spoke up, "It will take time to adapt, but it's not impossible. Working as a team has its benefits. We should tolerate it for the sake of the mission."

Vile, known for her stubbornness, shot back, "Meh, No way! I don't do well in group activities and you know that Lady."

Her blunt refusal only added to the frustration in the room. Vile's aversion to teamwork was a problem for everyone involved.

"I'd rather dropped dead and rest in a coffin alone than be stuck with other people. Yuck, Just thinking about it." Vile declared as she is nauseated by the idea alone. Her individualism created a rift that seemed hard to bridge.

"Tsk, it's obvious," Arcane said, clearly annoyed. "As individuals, we're strong, but that's also a weakness. Tackling this mission alone is impossible, yet we can't even work together, which makes it harder."

Sibylline rolled her eyes at Arcane while focusing on the device in front of her. "And to think I'd agree with you," she said, frustration creeping into her voice.

"That's expected from you," Arcane teased. "But you... agreeing to be on a team with me? It's so surprising."

"You're not my concern. The Lady has decided, and I respect her choice. You should know that," Sibylline said, trying to ignore him.

"Alright, I'll take that as a compliment," Arcane replied smugly, twirling a lock of his hair.

"That's not what I meant!" Sibylline groaned, struggling to hold back her irritation.

"Too late! You already admitted I'm right," he said triumphantly.

Arcane's comments cut through the group's indecision, highlighting the reason they were in this situation. Their back-and-forth showed mutual annoyance, as Sibylline respected my decision, but Arcane twisted her words to boost his ego, which only frustrated her more.

Arcane's point reminded everyone that combining their strengths could lead to greater success than working alone. However, their inability to cooperate, fueled by Arcane's arrogance and Sibylline's growing frustration, threatened to derail their mission.

"Ahem, pardon my interruption, but this goes against our organization's standards," Beguile said firmly, looking at the group over the holographic screen. She had real concerns about this situation.

I furrowed my brow, fixing the group with a stern gaze. My piercing eyes conveyed authority. "Did I ask for complaints?" I urged, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Listen well—I've given a direct order, and I expect each of you to follow it without hesitation. Is that clear?"

My outburst wasn't from impatience but from careful consideration. I knew the potential hurdles and consequences of my decisions. My determination for justice was evident in my words and intense gaze. Those who defied my orders would face dire consequences.

Sibylline nodded, resigned. "As you say," she conceded, her usual confidence shaken.

"Understood," Beguile said, though her frown showed lingering doubts about my orders.

"You're in charge, so I guess we have no choice but to comply," Arcane said, his sarcasm muted by the seriousness of the moment.

"Mhm," Grimm grunted, his expression unreadable.

"Got it," Rave whispered, hinting at his apprehension.

"Heard you loud and clear," Atom affirmed, his unwavering gaze on me, a mix of resolve and worry in his eyes.

"Hai," Reverie replied, quietly compliant.

"Meh," Vile scoffed, arms crossed defiantly, glaring at me, still resistant to my directive.

The group's responses were mixed, with most deferring to my authority, except for the stubborn Vile.

"Ahem," Sibylline interrupted, concern creasing her brow as she watched the device. "As Beguile mentioned, this is a serious concern."

Beguile nodded, setting her empty teacup down. "This can't be arranged in a day," she said, distress evident. "Changing our organization's standard protocol could lead to trouble. We've agreed to an independent system—this could spark war with other nations."

Beguile's plea was desperate as she leaned forward, clearly weighed down by the potential consequences of my proposal. Her words reflected her deep concern about the delicate balance our organization had maintained.

Sibylline's unease was palpable as she monitored the device, her thoughts racing with questions. The stakes were high.

Beguile's passionate appeal and Sibylline's growing anxiety tempered the group's initial compliance to my orders. Cracks in our united front began to show, hinting at deeper divides that could derail our mission.

The tension in the room thickened as we grappled with the implications of my directive. Arcane, ever the pragmatist, toyed with a Rubik's cube, pondering the situation. "Can't argue with her," he thought, "but there better be a good reason for this."

Atom, his gaze fixed on me, finally voiced his concerns. "Lady, this seems far too dangerous," he said, his troubled expression revealing his worry for my well-being and the consequences of my actions.

Vile, with a malicious grin, leaned in. "Well, this is getting interesting. What's the end goal here, Lady?" Her tone hinted at a challenge.

Rave shot her a warning look. "Stay out of it."

Vile scoffed. "I can do whatever I want. You stay out of it!"

Sibylline leaned forward, deep in thought as she considered the implications of my decisions.

Finally, Grimm broke the silence. "You're telling me that something as simple as changing the system could lead to war?" His question hung in the air, his gaze serious.

Reverie, still processing everything, echoed, "A war?"

"Yes, Reverie," Grimm replied calmly. "This is very important as of this moment, it's better that you pay attention."

Beguile cleared her throat. "If word gets out about this unauthorized change, other factions might intervene. Our organization has been without strong leadership for a while, and any disruption could be seen as an opportunity by those seeking power."

"Furthermore, Lady," Beguile said, "as the Execution Second Commander, your position would be precarious if the normal chain of command is disrupted. The other branches don't know our Execution First Commander is missing, and we can't risk drawing attention to this sensitive issue. Any escalation could threaten the stability of our organization, which might be seen as a threat by other nations with whom we have delicate diplomatic relationships."

"You must understand, a misstep could unravel decades of carefully cultivated independence and balance that have kept our organization intact. The consequences could be disastrous—potentially even sparking a war with our rivals if they see us as a unified threat. We can't afford to be reckless, no matter how tempting a direct solution may seem." Beguile's serious expression underscored the potential consequences, and her words reflected genuine concern.

The group was taken aback by my revelations, the weight of the situation settling over them like a heavy shroud. Sibylline, usually calm, responded solemnly, "The implications of this are severe." Her tone was uncharacteristically serious, showing the gravity of the circumstances we faced.

Grimm, typically the voice of reason, shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe it has come to this." His usual steadiness was shaken by the impending crisis.

Arcane, with a furrowed brow, remarked dryly, "Well, that figures." His sardonic tone barely concealed his tension as he struggled to reconcile my revelations with his analytical approach.

Rave, his bravado dampened, clicked his tongue, conveying unease. Vile, ever the contrarian, let out an impressed whistle, grinning as she said, "Wow, this is quite the predicament!"

Reverie tilted his head in confusion. "I don't fully understand. What's going on?" His naivety highlighted the complexity of the situation.

Arcane fixed his gaze on me and said, "You—Lady, have been devious. You chose a course of action that risks everything. Frankly, I'm not surprised." His frustration was palpable, questioning my motives.

The atmosphere grew thick with tension, and it was clear that the stakes had risen beyond what we initially anticipated. Reactions varied from resignation to disbelief, and the realization that our choices could have devastating consequences hung heavily in the air.

Sibylline furrowed her brow. "Wait, this doesn't add up. Why would this risk the Lady's position? Isn't she the rightful heir? She took over after our previous commander disappeared."

Beguile shook her head. "That's just it. Her status hasn't been officially ratified. She hasn't faced any formal challenges against the organization's champions. Her leadership is still tenuous—she's just acting as head, temporarily replacing the Execution First Commander position."

Atom, disbelief clear in his tone, interjected, "What do you mean she's not qualified? Blithe is more than capable of leading us!" It was rare for him to show such open support.

Vile nodded in agreement. "As Beguile said, she still needs to complete the ritual challenge against the champions to secure her claim, it is and always been the Code of Shadows way." This added complexity to an already delicate situation.

Sibylline narrowed her eyes at Vile. "Do you know something we don't Vile?" Her unease was evident.

Grimm sighed. "It seems only the senior members have known about this." His words highlighted the lack of transparency in our organization.

Atom, shaking his head, added, "I wasn't aware of these requirements. This is news to me." His admission showed the gaps in our collective knowledge.

Beguile explained, "The Execution First Commander role can only be secured by winning a challenge against the six champions, who embody our founders and guardians of our heritage."

She paused, her expression somber. "But the champions haven't been seen in decades. Finding them has proven difficult, and they will decide who is fit to lead."

Sibylline's eyes widened in understanding. "So until the Lady can face and defeat these champions, her position remains vulnerable. The organization can't stabilize without this succession."

Vile nodded. "Exactly. And with the champions hiding, solidifying the Lady's leadership is uncertain. We can't risk jeopardizing her claim before she secures their blessing."

Grimm let out a heavy sigh. "This adds complexity to an already delicate situation. Finding the champions and ensuring a successful challenge will require caution."

Atom looked around, panic in his eyes. "Why would you decide this alone, Lady? It's too dangerous!"

I stayed silent, arms crossed, listening to the discussion unfold. I remained calm, despite the gravity of the situation.

Finally, I spoke. "It's true." I paused, contemplating my next words. I had struggled with this secret for a while, unsure whether to reveal my reasons. But I knew the truth needed to be shared, even if it was difficult. My frown reflected my inner turmoil about exposing my personal motivations.

"Let's not be hasty—maybe there's another way," Sibylline suggested, trying to ease the tension.

I responded firmly, "I don't see any other options. As the Execution Second Commander, my word is final. I want you to trust me. I'm not risking the organization's safety for my selfishness. I've made plans, and I need you to stick with them. Change is coming, and we need to start now."

My confidence left little room for debate. Though some had doubts, the power dynamics made it hard for anyone to openly challenge me. The others, sensing the futility of further arguing, reluctantly agreed, hoping my judgment would prove sound.

Those who knew me best put their faith in my leadership, choosing to overlook the tension simmering beneath the surface. To shift the conversation away from contentious issues, they decided to maintain a veneer of unity in the face of crisis.

Reverie, her voice shaky, said, "I don't see any problems with it," her reluctance showing her internal struggle.

Arcane added, "You heard the lady; whatever she says goes." His support for me quelled further objections.

Grimm, usually measured, sighed and said, "Anything goes." His acceptance solidified our decision to follow my lead, despite lingering reservations.

The atmosphere shifted from tension to a fragile calm. It was clear that the group, faced with weighty circumstances, had chosen to trust my leadership, even if some harbored doubts about my chosen path. The decision to redirect the discussion was strategic, acknowledging that maintaining unity was essential in these uncertain times.

Returning to the conversation, Beguile poured herself another fragrant cup of tea and interjected, "One thing I see clearly is that our assassins are independent and skilled. Even with our differences, I believe a well-disciplined group can handle a minor setback. I can already see us working together."

Grimm glanced at the others and muttered, "It's just my luck to be in the same group with the daredevil couple," his frustration evident as he referred to Rave and Vile.

Rave immediately reacted, anger flashing in his eyes. Vile, always outspoken, shot back, "What? Who gave you the right to vent your annoyance on us, just because you're pathetic and alone!"

Tension filled the room as Rave replied, "Your insult was unnecessary." He momentarily dropped his usual calm demeanor in response to Grimm's jab.

The undercurrents of animosity flared up again, threatening to disrupt the fragile peace we had just established. Grimm's timing was poor, igniting old resentments toward Rave and Vile.

Annoyed, Arcane tossed aside the Rubik's cube he'd been fiddling with. "As you can see in the file, we're split into two groups—Group A and Group B, each with five members. It's clear based on our roles that we each have one engineer, three assassins, and one strategist. The lady is thorough."

Sibylline nodded, her tone dry. "That's obvious. All the details are in the files, including how we're supposed to cooperate on specific missions."

I sat calmly, tapping my finger on the desk, trying to remain patient as they bickered. Beguile noticed my agitation and gently tapped the desk to signal me to stay calm. Out of respect, I followed her lead, even though I wanted to maintain control.

With a hint of mischief, I said, "I wouldn't worry about the consequences. Focus on meeting my expectations. I have everything else handled. This is just the beginning."

Seeing the tension still lingering, I proposed a challenge. "If you're worried about consequences, how about a wager to get you motivated?"

Everyone looked surprised, and the timid Reverie asked, "A game?"

Arcane, always practical, replied, "I saw this coming. I knew you wouldn't let us cooperate without giving us something to fight for."

I explained, "It's a gambling match between the two groups."

Vile's competitive spirit flared. "So we can challenge each other? All right, I'm in!"

I declared, "Starting today, whichever group finishes their mission first will win their prize. The winner takes all."

Excitement buzzed in the room, and even the usually cynical Grimm said, "Easy."

To boost their confidence, I pulled out a valuable item from my bracelet—a Celestial Energy from a pure meteor core fragment. This rare essence could power technology and help humans evolve. If consumed, it could unlock one's true form and unleash explosive power greater than any nuclear weapon.

The prospect of this extraordinary prize shifted the group's focus from their tensions to the challenge ahead. Sibylline gasped, "Is that what I think it is?"

I replied in Spansa, "Sí," confirming their suspicions about the prize.

The group stared at the Celestial Energy core, momentarily speechless, struggling to grasp its immense value and power.

Arcane was the first to regain his composure, whistling lowly. "The real deal. I can't believe it."

The significance of my offer hit them hard. This was no trivial reward—the Celestial Energy core could unlock abilities beyond their wildest dreams. They exchanged astonished glances, realizing the stakes had just skyrocketed.

Rave, usually calm, looked unsettled, while Vile grinned, eager for the challenge. Everyone was faced with a prize they had only dreamed of, and the realization that they needed to push their limits to win fueled their excitement.

Sibylline reached out to touch the shimmering crystal, her eyes sparkling. "It's breathtaking! I've only read about these in ancient texts."

Beguile questioned me, her voice a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "This item is so rare. How did you get it? Surely the powerful would pay a fortune for something like this."

Vile, usually bold, was speechless, staring at the mesmerizing crystal. "This is... insane."

Sibylline shook her head in wonder. "A priceless crystal for a simple bet? This is beyond anything I imagined."

Arcane chuckled, eyes gleaming. "If this mission could lead to war, it's worth fighting for, right?"

Grimm nodded slowly, respect in his eyes. "You're full of surprises."

Atom voiced his concern. "Wait, you're not part of the group. How will you participate? Will you compete with us alone?"

Reverie squeaked nervously, glancing between the crystal and me. "E-eh!? This is overwhelming."

Beguile stepped forward, ever the voice of reason. "I doubt she'll compete. Blithe needs to find the champions to secure her leadership. That's more important."

Atom agreed, his brow furrowed. "If she joins us, it will only distract her from that goal."

Beguile turned to me, concern evident. "But are you sure this is wise? The stakes are high, and the consequences could be devastating."

I shrugged, unfazed. "Sure it is." A hint of a confident smile appeared on my lips, as if I knew something they didn't.

The group grappled with the implications of my offer, their minds racing. The Celestial Energy core captured their attention, igniting their competitive spirits for the challenge ahead.

Arcane stroked his chin thoughtfully. "If this core is real, we're facing an unprecedented challenge. The power it could unlock..."

Vile grinned. "Then we'd better start preparing. I won't back down." His eyes sparkled with determination.

Rave, the cautious strategist, crossed his arms. "We need to tread carefully. This could be a trap or something more complex."

Sibylline nodded. "Rave's right. We must approach this with caution. The power of the meteorite core could be beyond our understanding."

Atom took a deep breath, his concern for me easing. "We need to get to work. You've set the stage, and we can't afford to be caught off guard. This is our chance to prove ourselves."

Just then, someone asked, "Who gets the Celestial Energy core since it's the only prize?"

Arcane cleared his throat, uncertainty creeping in. "Sibylline makes a valid point. The power of the core is immense, and the temptation to use it could lead to conflict."

Vile narrowed his eyes, defensively. "Are you suggesting we can't be trusted, Arcane? That we'd turn on each other?"

Rave warned, "We can't let our ambitions cloud our judgment. The stakes are too high, and misuse could be catastrophic."

Sibylline scanned the group, her expression serious. "We're too quick to assume the worst in each other. To overcome this challenge, we must set aside personal desires and work together."

Atom's resolve wavered. "Sibylline makes a fair point, but can we truly trust each other to prioritize the greater good? This prize could make or break us."

The air grew thick with tension, and the group's unity began to fray as doubts seeped in. Arcane and Vile exchanged tense glances, while Rave and Atom shifted uncomfortably.

Sibylline pressed her lips together, her unease evident. "We can't let this divide us. The power of the Celestial Energy core is too great for any one person to wield. We need to find a way to share its use and prevent corruption."

Silence followed, each member wrestling with the realization that their commitment to the greater good would be tested.

Tension filled the room as we eyed each other warily, excitement giving way to doubt. With one prize at stake, the competition would be fierce.

I spoke, "Everything has already been settled. You'll learn more about the prize after one of your groups succeeds."

Arcane narrowed his eyes, sensing I was hiding something. "You're up to something," he said, suspicion lacing his voice.

Atom sighed in frustration, clearly exasperated by my vague response. He worried that my game might lead us into danger.

Beguile nodded, though her tone suggested skepticism. "So that settles it, then."

Sensing the unease growing, I declared, "You're all dismissed," lowering my head and closing my eyes to end the discussion.

Atom, unwilling to leave without more answers, called out, "Lady?" But I cut him off firmly. "I have nothing more to say. You can leave."

The group, unsettled by my cryptic words and the uncertainty of the prize, began to exit, each lost in their own thoughts about the challenges ahead.

A few minutes afterwards I stood up and walked away, my movements purposeful and my demeanor cold. Atom hurried after me, calling, "Blithe, wait up?"

I didn't stop, irritated that he used my real name. The glint in my eyes was sharp and dangerous, like a predator. Atom tried to lighten the mood. "I was just messing with you. Ease up!"

Determined to reach me, he caught my hand, saying, "You know I'm here for you." I pulled away, my glare making him halt. Without a word, I entered the nearby elevator, and he slipped in just before the doors closed.

As the elevator moved, a portal appeared above us, and we were suddenly absorbed into it. When we reappeared, it was late, and the sun had set. I tapped the tech on my bracelet and moved quickly, Atom struggling to keep up.

Suddenly, I leaped onto an approaching automated motorcycle behind me with a backflip maneuver, deftly riding it away and drifted around in front of Atom, my expression cold. "Just leave me alone, Zhǔquán." I said sharply, before speeding off, leaving him behind with concern etched on his face.