Shadows of Masks

[ Sixth Shadow Base, C.I.C.A.D.A ]

[The High Wastelands, Henan]

There was a large cave at the back of the base. Above the vastly empty space, there was one old aeroplane where armed men boarded and grumbled among themselves.

『 Five minutes left to take off. 』

『 Please ensure that your parachutes are prepared and checked. 』 

"Yeah, and why is that? Why do you think you are?? My phone charger?"

"Come on, Gary. I just said I am taking a different mission!"

Someone else interrupted, "Buckle up, guys. We're not here to fool around."

"Aye yes, this mission is too important."

"Just do as we practised," a woman murmured while polishing her long katana.

"But why did they send that kid amongst us? A mission like this, and now we will also have to babysit."

Azuma fastened the seatbelts and just as he did, the door of the aeroplane was closed. 

「 I can not detect your smoke grenades, Azuma. 」