The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Exams (1)

Shhh!

Hot water pours out. A flat shower quickly faded.

Winter looked at the mirror in the steam. The focus is off. As I wiped it with my hands, a strange boy appeared. Winter inclines with the boy. You're different from before, not the difference in appearance. It was because of the feelings and the facial expressions. The play is still going on. For the rest of the world, the winter as it is would be a ridiculous clown.

The handprint on the mirror fades. A strange boy became a silhouette. Winter lost interest. I close my eyes, and it feels good to be hit by a stream.

I had plenty of time. It was not a rest for no reason. Pre-preparation for disguises. I was going to receive special makeup. From the face to the upper half. The person who arrived early told me his cabin number and went back. I heard there's plenty of water and electricity, so you should enjoy it slowly and come back.

The only tools were soap and shower sponges. The soap smelled like waste oil. The supplies that fell into the sea in front of San Francisco were usually about this high.

Rub thoroughly through the body with a sponge. His body was tougher than before. It's because of the muscles that have been calibrated while strengthening their combat strength. Different fighting forces were different senses. Adaptation still takes time.

After the shower, winter was wearing a new uniform. It was a combat suit created by the CIA, a processed civilian military company called Orca Black. Take your weapons and leave the changing room.

I was distracted throughout the hall. There are loose wires crawling all around. There was no wall in the hallway, there was no wall. Looks like the interior construction was interrupted. However, it was an advantageous structure for defense. Anyone without an internal structure will be vulnerable to attack from all sides. Obstacles, unactivated traps, and invisible camouflaged eyeballs are identified with the firefight in mind.

Winter's arrival knocked on the door. Tuk-tuk.

“Lieutenant, it's the middle of winter. ”

“Come in.”

An uncomfortable voice. Winter went inside. The interior was decorated like a salon. It's breathtaking, but it's for a purpose. The manager put down the book he was reading, smiled and recommended a seat.

“You're early, lieutenant. I thought I'd have to wait a little longer... Sit down first. Take your top off over here. I need to see the condition of my skin before I start. ”

The man who sterilized his hands sprayed the winter with a spray of seedlings. Then, with his huge hands, he began to writhe the face of winter. It was quite strange to exclude the purpose.

After measuring the skin with several instruments, the man looks sorry.

“Oh my, this skin is rarely good.... I'm sorry to ruin it for you. ”

But I don't hesitate. The sound of a machine spraying medicine. As he painted on the canvas, he quickly changed the appearance of winter. Communicate cautions at the same time.

“This makeup will never go away. However, it is not permanent, so you will need to get paid once every ten days. I can wear permanent makeup, but I can't mess up your face completely. I'm not going to leave you up there. ”

He laughs and talks.

“Come that evening if you fall into the sea or get wet in the sea. Do not use a lot of soap when washing, and think about wiping as much as possible with water. Fortunately, there's nothing wrong with running out of water... Can I tell you one more time? ”

“It's okay, I remember. ”

“Very well. Next, are you allergic? ”

Asking, the representative raised a thin syringe. The cylinder was filled with a small amount of transparent liquid. Winter responded by looking at the magnetic settings that rise with intellectual correction.

“No, there's no such thing. ”

“Good. This is a drug that causes skin problems. They're good at making molasses out of drugs. It usually ends in makeup, but the lieutenant is anxious because his face is so well-known. ”

He brings the needle. It will sting. The subcutaneous injection on your face was an unpleasant sensation. It looks like it's being bitten by a bug. It didn't end once. I stab myself in the neck and body several times. The amount of infusion was fine, but the reaction was immediate. Winter felt an itch.

The person in charge took a picture. Tap to send to a few people. There was nothing strange about being mistaken for a changed face.

The man has declared work completed.

“That's it, you can now go to the briefing room. You won't know the way, so I'll show you. ”

Winter asks you with your clothes and weapons.

“I haven't heard from you yet, but what's your title and name? ”

“Oh, didn't you give your full name? Excuse me. I don't think I've ever met a lieutenant before today. ”

He shrugs.

“This is Oliver Talbot. I'm basically a tactical planner here, but sometimes I do this kind of stuff. Make-up is a side business. It's its own specialty, so it pays extra. Haha.”

He was four years old, not fit for his size. Winter shared a light handshake with him.

“Take care of her for a while, Agent Talbot. ”

“You're welcome. Everyone's counting on you. It must be difficult in many ways, but I hope you'll do your best. ”

Later, in the briefing room, Joanna looked at the documents. I mean, it's not like there's no one else, it's like I'm alone. He looks natural, but his shoulders are stiff. She looks at the new two faces and reads the documents again, feeling uninterested.

"That's odd. Haven't you received the photos? ’

Winter glanced at Talbot. No, it's too early to call it intentional. Winter and Joanna arrived only yesterday. It's not unusual without Joanna in Talbot's network. Of course, it also meant that Team Leader Chadwick didn't do his job.

Winter fills up next to an FBI investigator because there are no assigned seats. Joanna glances at you with suspicious eyes, reading the document, and looking back at you with a slight curvature. Winter made me smile.

“Is that so hard to recognize? ”

“Oh my God, is it winter? ”

The atmosphere of the guard is broken all at once. Her face is filled with gladness and surprise.

“You've already disguised yourself. You look so dirty and mean! ”

“ ……. ”

The laughs that pop up in the opposite place. Johanna looks late. My neck is red.

Team Leader Chadwick is sleeping on the ground. Snoring low. No one wakes up. Looks like there's still time. Talbot approaches and gives Joanna the same paperwork to the winter.

“Here are some things you should know as soon as possible. These include brief demography of operational personnel, distribution of forces within the bay, and the outcome of operations performed and the deployment of allied units that will request similar cooperation. You can take it on the same floor as the briefing room, but you can't take it anywhere else. Please familiarize yourself with them and return them to the Operations Information Center next door. I'll crush it right away. Do you understand?”

Winter nods. Accommodations included on the same floor as the briefing room. Stop. Talbot's on his way to his place again.

“Give me that for a second. Take a look before you start the briefing and we'll show you a good page. ”

“Thank you. That's very kind of you. ”

Talbot moves his thick hands with ease. Looking at the callused position, "Insight" worked. Most likely skilled at knife fighting. I also saw traces of practicing my grip.

Adhesion, mechanically folding pages. The arrangement was quick.

Accept the file and check the rest of the crew. There doesn't seem to be any real fighters. Most likely CIA operatives. Nevertheless, the degree of threat posed by sensation was quite high. Nathan Chadwick, the team leader, is the only exception. It was probably a camouflage by calibration.

‘The incompetent can't be the team leader. ’

What are you hiding?

After Talbot's return, Winter turns over the page. The first folded chapter contained an overview of the interior of the bay. I see information about the Golden Gate blockade. The United States has deployed five nuclear submarines here. I will no longer allow any submarine to leave or enter. It's just a mix of unknown terms.

“What are SOSUS? They're at Golden Gate.”

Joanna turns her head when asked.

“You know what a sonar is, right? ”

“Yes.”

“In other words, it's lined up at the bottom of the ocean. ”

“Aha.”

Sonar is an underwater substitute for radar. It was different to use sound waves instead of radio waves. There was an active type that shot sound and captured reverberation, and a passive type that was just collecting sound.

Johanna continues.

“Originally, the Golden Gate, Coastline and the underside of the bay had a sauce line to defend San Francisco. The problem is that the control station was in Monterey. We've only repaired some of the roadblocks at this time. The rest is neglected. because it's not powered. ”

Monterey was a city 100 kilometers south of the San Francisco metropolitan area. It's where the western infection began to spread.

The same surveillance exists across the U.S. coast, near Canadian waters, U.S. islands, and even in major allied waters such as British territory and Japan, she said.

“I hate to say it, I don't think I'm speaking as an American soldier, but did this country want to control all the oceans of the world? ”

The FBI investigator smiles bitterly.

“I was afraid of nuclear war. It was the most powerful end scenario before the plague. The amount of nuclear missiles fired from a submarine will blow up the entire Eastern metropolitan area. So they were obsessed. Aren't you used to winter? people who are selfishly changing from life-threatening to life-threatening. ”

“Well……. That's what I heard. ”

“That's why we have to catch the damn Chinese submarine. ”

Last one in was Chadwick, who woke up. Joanna shuts up.

The head of the Intelligence Agency laughs in the winter with sleepy eyes. You grope your arms, take out your cigarette, and light it. It was like I didn't want to care about anyone else. Suck in the flame until it ignites, and then burst into the air in front of your eyes. Hmmm, with a dazzling look.

‘No, it's not a cigarette. ’

Winter has closed its eyes. Chadwick's smoke smells unusual. The harsh ones are cigarettes and brothels, but there's something a little more foul. It was weed.

“Captain Chadwick. ”

“What is it, Lieutenant? ”

“You're smoking weed. I don't want you to interfere, but I hope you'll be patient indoors. It's like forcing others to do it. ”

I look around as I speak, but no one hates Joanna except Joanna.

Oh, Chadwick. I make a sad face.

“It seems like you've never burned Herb before. Well, I apologize for that. I'm sorry. Huh. Everyone does it here, so it's become a habit. I didn't get a chance to be polite. ”

But they don't put out the fire, they make a comeback. I tasted it again, and then I asked him secretly.

“But lieutenant, this is better than I thought. Better than smoking. I told you, it's straight-forward to relieve stress. Why don't you give it a try? I'll give you mine. ”

“I don't want to. I'm getting slower. ”

“Oops.”

Other intelligence agencies laugh loudly. Chadwick eventually presses the winch against his desk. Whether he was always in the seat, there were countless similar marks.

This is when new people came in. Bold fighters. The man in the lead searches the room, fixing his gaze on winter and Joanna. His impression frowned.

Artwork Reviews

# Sorsus

The control room mentioned during the work is located directly above Monterey Regional Airport. If you're tired of waiting for the next one, look for it on the map. Could it... help you feel real?...

# Q&A

Q. HumanDA: @ love has limits. Contrary to the milesians... it's clear that a minority of milesians are psychopaths...

A. In fact, in a statistical sense, I think it's mental illness. It just doesn't belong to mental illness because it's beautiful and it's beneficial.:)

Q. SVJK: I always feel like I'm in a world of @, but that place is amazing... and it's really sad to think that money-driven materialism is becoming increasingly dominant.

A. Money is opportunity cost and power. Capitalism seems to be a system of inevitably commoditizing people. Of course, I'm not saying that other systems are better. Haha. So writers prefer privatism. If you look inside Sweden, it's not necessarily a good thing.

Q. Rachian: The reality out there must be pretty bad, too. People have lost their country and are flocking to other places... I thought it was a cyber-fucking-dystopian, overpopulated, corporation-controlled megapolis full of capitalist extremes... I can't help but imagine what dystopia is plaguing humanity... Phew...

A. There are no disasters in the outside world. The workers are just here to make money. It's just that South Korea continues to attract post-mortem insurance as bait. Precisely what they pay you to do instead of incorporating after-insurance benefits.

Q. Nesstor: @ is recharging in real life... Inertia, by the way, seems to be getting used to this. It's been a while since humanity thought the modifier "crazy enough to see" matched.

A. Weird. I don't think anything crazy has ever come out of this novel.

Q. RGZ95: @ wow... I love the restaurant, but I think it's a bit much. 8.8

A. How about Southern Attack 2?...