I'M Not A Special Character
Initiating Operation

"Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man asked, staring straight into Harwich's eyes. The girl gulped as she received a completely unconcepted question earlier.

Of course Harwich knows the identity of the man in front of him. He is the main target of the organization today. Although there was not much information to be had, Harwich was very confident that the man was the same person. Cavasandra Chaytton, an executive at the Chjornaya organization. Seeing his last name alone it was obvious that the man was Gerryn's real father.

Harwich was racking his brain, weighing between having to choose to say 'yes' or 'no' in response. Then Harwich's choice fell on shaking his head slowly, while giving a hint of respect by bending his neck.

Supposedly as a member who had just stepped foot in the headquarters would not know too much about the higher-ups. But the man next to him immediately recognized Cavasandra as a higher-up. It can be seen from the way he speaks which sounds very polite.

Cavasandra frowned when he realized the awkwardness, quickly pressing the small communication device attached to his ear.

"I'm waiting at the front door. Hurry up here or I'll break your leg!" Cavasandra raised his voice so that the interlocutor who was opposite the tool could hear clearly.

Cavasandra's loud voice managed to make all the attention of the agent who was inside turned to look outside the room, staring at the situation outside with question marks. The incident made some agents who were still outside sigh heavily. They hope that the uproar will not be a barrier or a bigger thing later.

Not long after the threatening sentence was spoken, from a distance saw a man who was running towards the front door. He looks younger and his posture is smaller than Cavasandra. After arriving right beside him the man immediately took a deep breath.

"What do you want this time?" The man stared in annoyance at Cavasandra.

"Who allowed you to accept a woman, Lucas?!" Cavasandra allowed a glance at the person facing him at this moment.

"Heii Cava, can't you speak with low intonation? I am your partner!" Lucas clucked angrily in response to a question from Cava.

"Just answer my question!"

"I'll answer you later after you finish your work." Lucas replied curtly, successfully upsetting Cavasandra. But the middle-aged man chose silence not wanting to make any further fuss.

Cavasandra turned around allowing Lucas to finish his business. He was only able to wait while second-guessing the thoughts of the man younger than him.

Meanwhile, Lucas was staring at Cavasandra's back and disappeared behind the wall. After making sure Cavasandra's silhouette disappeared completely, the gaze turned sweeping across each would-be agent until his gaze stopped on the two women who were standing a bit apart.

"I'm not going to treat you differently. Prepare your mentality for the future." After you finish saying that sentence. Lucas again circulated the look for the officer scattered there.

"Continue your duties." Lucas took a short instruction and immediately stepped out of the place.

A man called Lucas just now seems to have accepted some women to join the organization. He mistakenly thought Harwich and his partner were one of them.

'I should be grateful for the coincidence that was very helpful.' Harwich muttered inwardly, then walked into the base after Lucas' silhouette completely disappeared from his sight.

After passing through the entrance, Harwich was shocked by the crowd that flooded the hundred-meter room. Harwich had to rush to the dressing room as instructed and immediately change his clothes with the uniforms of the upper middle class agents.

For that he also had to change his appearance to a man because he had just learned that this organization originally only accepted a man.

This was proven when Cavasandra was suddenly angry and asked for an explanation about the whereabouts of a woman inside the headquarters. If a woman had just been accepted lately, then there could not have been an upper-middle-class agent filled in by a woman.

Harwich continued to rush through the crowd towards the stairs located in the corner of the room in a circular shape without any handrails on either side. A ladder that surrounds the pole in the middle.

Without a second thought, Harwich went straight up the stairs with his female colleagues. Some agents saw them screaming and told them to come back, but Harwich and his partner did not press on and continued to walk up the stairs to the next floor.

His companion has a codename as 'Hell Flower' and usually most agents will call him 'Helwer'. He comes from the group Flowen which is also an abbreviation of 'Flower Garden'. Even so, only Helwer has a different codename. Hell flower is not a flower that grows or is planted in a garden.

"A little more. Look around and avoid surveillance cameras. We have to be extra careful. If it gets caught, then it's the end for us." Helwer whispered softly. His gaze swept through every corner of the room, making sure no camera had managed to capture their silhouette.

Harwich simply nodded in response. He also circulated his gaze sweeping the room carefully and meticulously. They walk at a slow tempo because they have to pay attention to hidden cameras that may be installed there. Fortunately the dressing room they are heading to is not too far away, so they save more time.

After a few tiring and tense minutes, they managed to get to the doorstep of the room. Harwich immediately pressed the doorknob, pushed the door wide open and revealed the contents of the room filled with vaults.

They rushed in and closed the door. Fortunately, the locker room is the only room that is one hundred percent safe from radar cameras. There are no cameras in this room.

They quickly split up, looking for a suit that fits their body size. Before wearing the suit, they did not forget to change the settings on the voice changer to the voice of a man. After that, change their skin mask into a male facial skin mask and wear a breast corset to press both lumps on the chest to look as similar as possible as men in general.

Preparation takes a long time. Right after they finished perfectly, someone pushed the door from the outside. A few male agents came in to change their clothes.

"Wait, who are you? I don't remember any agent this short."