I'M Not A Special Character
Numbers Meeting

The cold atmosphere at night felt piercing the skin. The increasingly dense atmosphere further adds to the unpleasant air.

In a classy room decorated with bright lights shimmering in each inch, ten people covering their faces with masks were gathering.

For the last ten minutes, no one has opened their voices. It was as if they were watching each other during that interval of time.

"So, what's today's agenda?"

Feeling irritated by the gazes of the several pairs of eyes that intimidated each other, one of them finally opened their voice. On the left chest of the suit he wore was written 'A-05' which signifies as identity in special agents.

"Is not today's agenda already explained in the message sent?" Another one of them was a woman with the inscription 'A-04' clucking loudly. His thin tone made almost all pairs of eyes point at him.

"You mean about the assassination mission? Does this have anything to do with the AM-4?" A heavy voice of a man asked from behind the mask. He is A-01, the strongest agent in the first fraction numbers.

"Nobody knows. Even 'he' still hasn't come to explain his purpose of gathering us now." An agent number, A-10, was upset about the long wait.

Arsiel and Marchel remained silent from behind their masks, acting like strangers to each other.

Not long after that the only door of the room opened wide, revealing the figure of a man with a large stature. His muscles were sticking out from behind a very tight shirt. Long jet-black hair, as well as the fox mask he wore on his upper half of the face. Unlike the mask of the numbers used to cover the entire face with the same mask model.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." The man entered the room with heavy steps. The sound of his shoes filled the silence of the atmosphere.

"Finally come too."

"How long do you think we've been waiting?"

"Come more on time, Mr. Fox."

One by one the numbers began to babble as the man was perfectly in his seat. Yet not a word was uttered in response to their rant. The fox-masked man simply stared at the numbers without feeling the slightest guilt.

After finishing conveying his complaints, the atmosphere of the room returned silent. All attention was on the fox man, while the center of the gaze had no movement to open the slightest sound.

"All right, let me start first." Agent numbers A-01 requesting permission to start. The fox man nodded his head slowly giving permission.

"As for the messages we've received, are they related?"

"I know you all heard the news that is uncertain of the truth. But there is something more important than that...I give you full confidence, given the fact that you have served the organization for a long time."

"What are you talking about?" Agent numbers A-04 represent to ask.

"One of the numbers has betrayed. We're in the process of searching, so I'm stressing you guys, don't make me angry about something similar." The fox masked man finished the sentence ending with a threat.

"How can you accuse without any definitive proof." An A-07 number agent who had been silent began to speak.

"Information data has been hacked by someone and unfortunately he did not leave the slightest trace. What do you think, Agent A-09?"

"It's clear that data is impossible to copy by outsiders. Judging from the security of our organization that is so difficult to understand. But there's also little chance that the information was penetrated by someone who wasn't from our organization." Arsiel explained what his brain had captured.

"Why did you come to such a conclusion?" The fox man revealed a smile that appeared to all members of the first faction numbers.

"Simply put, our organization used to have traitors in the same way. It could be that breaking into the information security of the organization is also done by the same person." Arsiel gave a brief explanation while correcting the position of the mask that felt uncomfortable.

The sound of applause from the fox man was floating, making the awkward atmosphere even more awkward.

"As expected of the most intelligent agent in numbers. You never let me down, Miss."

"Don't waste too much time, Mr. Fox. Just tell me what you really want to say at this meeting." Arsiel slapped in the midst of the hanging awkwardness.

"Alright, there's something impatient here. I'll give you a new assignment." The fox man took out a cigarette from his suit pocket. He burned the tip of the cigarette, then sucked the smoke deeply.

"Wait a minute! What the hell are you thinking? I still have the mission given by the organization's top brass." Arsiel called out objections. His voice was slightly higher from being surprised.

"You can still carry out the mission that I will provide without having to interfere with the mission of the organization." The man walked up to Arsiel's chair, then slashed the distance between their faces.

"Miss, you know that I'd be most unhappy if anyone denied the order. So, you just have to sit sweetly while listening to me."

Arsiel could only be silent hearing that. All the members of the numbers knew that 'The Fox Master of Platinum Card' was a person with an attitude and a cold heart. Many bad rumors about him were saying that he had already inflicted fatal injuries on his subordinates several times.

"Well, I'll start over." The fox man again walked towards his chair, sitting with one leg raised on the small table in front of him.

"Starting from the AM-4 case, the assassination mission."