[ Chapter X (10): "BIG REACTIONS" ]

[ Volume I: "VALORANT PROTOCOL HISTORY VOL. 1" ]

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[ CONTROL ROOM, VALORANT HQ, EARTH ALPHA. UNIVERSE 2006-180819 ( VALORANT-UNIVERSE ) ] [ SEPTEMBER 13, 2038 ( 9 AFL ) ]

Agent No. 04 Killjoy aka KJ for short could be seen sipping from her noodles in one huge bowl, chopsticks in hand as she plays video games in her computer with the other. League of Legends, she's playing Heimerdinger a cute small inventor that is thousands of years old lore-wise — like her, the inventor part as proven by her babies on the side playing, not the age part, screw that.

( "Damn it!" ) KJ slams her fist on her keyboard, while the other continues to sip from her bowl of ramen — she had just killed the enemy Draven, Blitzcrank, and Master Yi alone but was killed by one stray lucky ult from the top Jinx who's actually winning against her team's Sion — what the hell is that?! ( "What the hell is that?!" ) If her mouth wasn't so filled with the delicious insta made noodles she would have cursed out loud, her germany accent sipping out as she throws the computer outside — she can't do that she technically doesn't own this computer... It's owned by the Valorant Protocol, to her boss...

"Killjoy get off that damn game." Speak of the devil and he shall appear, she put one of her arms as if seemingly saying pause then gulped down the noodles in her mouth before saying, "Fine..." KJ then reluctantly did what was ordered, the screen of her computer exiting and switching to complicated encrypted files that they definitely didn't steal from the the Kingdom — and they definitely didn't pretend they didn't know a thing. Wow, that is a mouthful.

"What are we looking at here again?" KJ asks looking to the side of her computers and into the figure of Brimstone who's looking seriously at the digital map all-over the screen in front of him — places having been marked with short descriptions, details, and importance as one line leads to another then to another which Brimstone doesn't understand the connection of. "Kingdom Corporation, all of this happened because of them..." "Curse them all!" "Okay..." KJ coughs in her hands as she works away on her computer, ignoring her father figure and mentor being up with one of his dramatic scenes slamming his fist on the table and all.

"Brimstone I got what you want." The door in the side opened automatically and there comes Sage wavinf a friendly hand to the overworked Brimstone and a smile — followed closely by an grunting annoyed Omen holding a stack of paper that reaches in the level of his head, like a puppy to Sage, a handyman. "Oh, I got the papers you wanted — this is what you wanted, right?" "Green left cabinet fil-" "second row, all of it."

Omen stopped him mid-sentence as he moved inside the room, dropping all the paper he is holding with a thud on the desk nearby the stoic figure of Brimstone. Clearly annoyed as he curses his own mastery with his power — he would have done this with practical ease if he could teleport large numbers of objects in one-go, but he couldn't and had to go with the classic way that amused Sage and annoyed him.

"What's thiz...?" KJ stood up dressed in her messy pink hello kitty hoodie and a yellow neck pillow around her neck as she watches close what's happening — her little bots closely following by jumping around the desk — following their mother as she lowers the headset around her head and places it down near the bots.

Placing her hand on one of the papers as she then starts reading it, ( "Scion?" ) then at another, ( "Omega Earth?" ) ( "Meridian." ) ( "Radianite Factories." ) ( "Facilities?" ) "This is Kingdom Corp. no?" A genius-genius inventor like Klara who worked for Kingdom Corp. once could deduct what Brimstone and the others wants too do.

"Oh, makes sense." She starts to organize the laid out papers to Brimstone's dismay — from people, groups of interest, locations, shipping, receipts and such all the papers being organized... By her bots, she stopped midway in realizing that this task is pretty repetitive and Boeing — the statistics, the numbers, the connections, the political science and such relating to all of it she didn't care about — but her bots do.

"What are they doing, KJ tell your toys to stand down." "Shhh, let them do their work old man." Father-and-daughter banter happens as the other two Agents in the room watches on in curiosity as the puzzle in front of them bit-by-bit gets put back on together. Organized and well-put together the once messy stack of papers are now laid out into 8 piles — split from people, group of interest, items, shipments, locations, Kingdom Corp., Harp Family oddly enough, relics, and Radiants.

"I'm so proud." And KJ is, she pats her bots right on top of their heads as she looks on — the automatic screenshot that her bots turning on, relinquishing the achievements her bot done. "That... Works." Brimstone could only scratch his head and lookon, the evidence he had been gathering since before he started the Valorant Protocol laid about in front of others — like a diary of his.

( "What does Felix have to do with this?" ) KJ's eyes which were shining on with stars dimmed as she looks at the thin line of papers relating to the Harp Family — the smallest yes, but it did felt oddly weird seeing a fr- yes, friend of hers a very close one being put into a microscope. Yes, let's forget the fact that a handful of this evidence came from her except for the ones relating to the Harp Family.

"What does Felix have to do with this?" Someone else voiced her thoughts out loud getting the attention of Brimstone and Omen who's leaning back in some corner. Agent Sage, she approached and pulled one of the papers with a detailed overview of Felix's profile — our protagonist if you forgot.

( "I remember this..." ) Sage and KJ who's looking on the side in seeing the criminal records of Felix in great detail, he being imprisoned seems to make them reminisce about the dark past of him — before the Valorant Protocol while he still was a rebellious kid to the Harp Family, still is, they just couldn't touch him as much as they did as before.

But only Brimstone who's trying to busy himself in the paperwork can claim to be the one to most know him, Felix, and he would gladly in a happy tone say he is a headache and hand him over to whoever wants to take him — but none wants, so, reluctantly they have to keep a hold of him.

[ "EMERGENCY ALL VALORANT AGENTS." ] But while the three of them continues on searching the evidences they have with someone blairing one, two, three, four of the alarms and speakers inside the room and hundreds so outside the control room. "What the shi* is going on." Brimstone not caring about the profanity he is showing stood up, alerted, more alerted compared to the alarms and the speakers which contains the voice of one of his fine Agents — Cypher. "Turn that damn alarm off." Brimstone's voice cuts through the yapping distinct voice of the Cypher in the speakers, he do have technology to alter it afterall. KJ on the mission swiped one buttons from her phones and the alarms in the control room stopped, but not the voice.

[ "— PANCAKE PARTY IN THE KITCHEN, SOUTH ENDORSED AND APPROVED BY FELIX HARP!" ] The voice said before abruptly stopping. But the short time it appeared was enough to entertain everyone who's listening on it — all Agents ranging from stoic cold shadows like Omen, too serious Agents like Sova and Sage, too lax Agents like Killjoy and Phoenix — all-and-all other than the furiously annoyed, and mad Leader of the Agents, Agent 01 Brimstone. "FELIX!"

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[ 11/01/2024: "I really love this Fan Fiction, you know. I'm actually very dumb and inconsistent with things, so I'm known to drop things because I'm bored. But in doing this challenge, one chapter or even two I don't know, but I just want to write 100 chapters before the end of the year. Even in my writings you'll see the inconsistencies, but it makes senses for me, so, well, bye, and goodluck with NNN and happy HALLOWEEN folks." ]

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