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Hidden Megacity – Office of the-Head- Director-Council

3 Days Since GOC NA Base 46 Disappeared.

Currently at GOC Megacity, Ganzir

The vast, arched windows of the Giant 1Km Skyscrapers which where the Council of 108, The Undersecretary General of the UNGOC,and meeting place of the Ten Directors is located, which from above space the Giant City can't be seen, which through using Anomalous mean is able to hide the Massive floating City

Which at an office inside the Skyscraper, there

Was a Beautiful Human Woman which can be considered a MILF working, which she had Blonde hair, sparkling and cold like blue eyes with gaze that would make anyone confess every crime and sin they have and haven't committed. Which currently she's wearing a business suit as usual. Which the Woman can br considerrf one of the most powerful Person in the world, even more powerful than any Country leader, with her having the world Most Powerful military,she is the Undersecretary General of the ,aka Madam DC Al Fine, or her nickname the Scary Lady.

Which currently Madam DC Al Fine was in a blind fury.

Her fingernails was tapping against the obsidian glass of her desk in sharp, aggressive, furious bursts, each beat like a metronome of disaster. Which from the looks of it this isn't the first time the desk had a beating even though she was tapping her desk and yet somehow create a dent in it, which there's many dents in the desk alone which somehow it hasn't been destroyed it yet.

[A/N : F for the desk the amount of times something fucked up or didn't go as planned happened]

"A whole goddamned facility. One hundred and twenty personnel—gone," she hissed. "Disappeared like a magician's card trick. All because I approved the Rift Transit Trials."

She slammed a red-inked datapad down hard enough to crack its edge.

"Why did I even listen to Reiss' pitch? 'Safer than magic circles,' he said. 'No chance of blowback,' he said. 'The physics and Ptolemy division's proudest breakthrough'— he said,i should have sent him to Niflheim and make him endure the freezing Antarctic"

Which she soon rubbed her temples, and was about to continue checking on any updates on the facility,or anything about any new Anomalies or discovery been made. When suddenly

Knock knock.

Her jaw clenched. "Enter. If you're here to tell me we lost another facility or something is going to end the world, at least bring alcohol."

The doors hissed open, revealing a tall, blonde ███ in a blue-trimmed coat. ███ eyes were impossibly calm—blue like fractal glass which looks so lively—and ███ which his presence warmth,.

"Good evening, Madam DC ," said Director 8 , stepping in with the kind of smile that would make even an Eldritch being fall in love with it and would stop any wars.

Behind ███, a second figure appeared—soaked in blood from ███ coat collar to the tip of ███ boots.

"Yo," muttered Director 7—or ████████ or just ████ but only Director 8 and a few would dared call ███ that—which when ███ entered the room , Director 7 also was dragging a faint trail of blood across the pristine floor. Which actually if you look outside you could see the corridor was filled with a trail of blood.

Meanwhile Madam DC Al Fine pinched the bridge of her nose. "For once ████, … just once, could you not walk into my office all the time without looking like a butcher shop?"

Which Director 7 tilted ███ head, blinking slowly and commenting "Nope", while having a smug smile

"Of course not. Considering the fact Janitorial Staff just give up cleaning your mess which, there's still some blood stain from 10 years ago" Al Fine soon sighed, which she then gestured them to a waiting set of reinforced chairs. "Sit. I would hope as usual you two bring some news"

Director 8 sat with practiced grace and politely. While Director 7 just flopped beside ███ with a squelch, propping ███ booted feet on another chair that can be considered ceremonial artifact that is worth more than most countries. Which No one commented. Which Director soon also had ███ arm around Director 8,and was hugging ███ which Director 8 and Madam DC AL Fine didn't mind or cared. Since Madam already know the habit of ████ considering the fact the time she had spent with the two of them as well as the others. Which ███████ soon was drinking a bottle of blood which is from director 8

Al Fine turned to them with narrowed eyes. " So █████ did you find anything.Did your Strike team recover anything? Any thaumic trails, spatial imprints, telemetry bursts—anything?"

Director 8 expression dimmed.

"Sorry Ma'am,We scanned the entire area where the base was. No traces. Only the drone that appeared during testing that's all left, which we can't really track it considering the fact it was basically teleported. I even used reality bending-compressing the layers down to individual metaphysical strata to find any tracks or remnants."

Director 8 sighed softly.

" Which They probably not in our reality, They're somewhere else. Someplace we don't have jurisdiction, reach, or reference."

Silence fell for a few seconds, heavy as lead.

"FUCK," Al Fine muttered.

█████ looked down. "I'm sorry. I tried. I—"

"You don't need to apologize darling" Director 7 snapped suddenly. "You did your best, █████. This isn't your fault after all" Which Director 7 soon comforted ███ " ███ eyes flared red. "It's theirs."

Al Fine blinked, already regretting asking. "Theirs ?"

"The assholes who built that rift engine. I should've skinned that engineering team when they submitted the draft proposal."

"You weren't even in the review board █████████."

"I should have been," ███ snapped. "I'd have bathed in greatfulness when the Idiots find one of the person that is reviewing it was me."

" No you wouldn't,you would have make them terrified and horrified probably horny as well"

"Touche"

Which █████████ then commented

" But i would have done Better motivating them so that it would actually worked,and wouldn't make my ███-"

Before director 7 could go ballistic, director 8 laid a hand on her arm, calming ███ with a single touch. █████████ took a slow breath, though ███ grin remained unsettlingly fixed. Which ███ then kissed ███

Al Fine ran a hand through her Blonde hair. While just sighing at Director 7 antics.

"Okay. So we've confirmed it's a spatial distortion and warped. That's good. But we still have one hundred and twenty irreplaceable personnel floating in who-knows-what universe."

"And Reiss," █████ added, glancing up. "Don't forget him."

"Oh, believe me, I won't," Al Fine said bitterly. "If that bastard finds a way home, I'm going to personally crush his pelvis with Council gavel #3."

█████████ smirked. "Mind if I watch?" Which ███ smile turned into an excited one wanting to see someone being tortured considering Director 7 is the embodiment of Despair

█████ coughed lightly. Which ██ sweatdropped and prayed for reiss, considering ██ felt bad for Reiss. But ██ also prayed for the other and someone else which ██ had put him there

Al Fine stood, her voice regaining its edge. "Got it, but Continue the operation try anything to get contact with the base"

█████ nodded. "Understood."

██████ licked a speck of dried blood from her finger. "Can i punish the other personnel"

Al Fine didn't even flinch. "No"

Which soon the two excuse themselves

As the two left the chamber—Director 8 and Director 7 soon kissed eachother, which Director 8 comment

"You know ████ you should really control yourself"

"Nope"

Which soon Director 8 Shrugged and soon made a teleportation spell and soon left, which Director 7 followed as well

Meanwhile —Al Fine soon turned back to the city skyline and whispered under her breath:

"This is going to be a long day"

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Well we have the Start the appearance of three important figures :

• The UNGOC Undersecretary General:

Madam DC Al Fine

• Director 8 : ?

• Director 7 : ?