Chapter 35: Proper Preparation

Chapter 35: Proper Preparation

Fiona wouldn't stand a chance if she fought against Mark when she knew that her blessing wouldn't work against him!

"I heard from Mr. Grey that there was a need for a replacement since there was a small problem. Uhm... I'm Milicent with one L. It's a pleasure to meet you superhumans. Especially you, Mr. Mark Vanitas."

The woman who entered the room after Grey left finally spoke when she noticed that Fiona and Mark were no longer talking. She was a tall woman with modest assets and a slight athletic build. She wore a business suit with long black pants that hugged her legs beautifully and her entire demeanor gave off a very professional vibe! Fiona immediately recognized Milicent as one of the C-rank Superhumans who was a direct assistant to the president of the company!

Fiona raised a brow as Milicent failed to introduce herself properly, and she just decided not to say anything! Fiona was sure that the president was the one who sent Milicent here for a reason, and she would only sit back and watch what they were trying to do this time.

As Milicent spoke, she looked down at the table that was broken in the middle of the room, typed something into her phone, and made a call to someone outside the room. A few seconds later, a man entered the room with a new table over his shoulders. He dropped the table to the ground and carried the broken table away with him before closing the door. The man that just left was a superhuman handyman in charge of handling all the broken tools and equipment in the NSA, so carrying the table alone was easy for him!

Once he was gone, Milicent walked up to the side wall and spoke professionally.

"Now then, shall we begin?"

Mark nodded to Milicent, and she smiled and gestured to the ceiling with her hand. The light in the room dimmed, and Mark saw the wall glow before a large screen was projected on it from a small projector hidden in the ceiling. The first thing that showed up on the screen was a large map of the world before it slowly started to zoom into the continent of America and finally panned out until it was hovering over a single island close to City A.

A sour look crossed over Milicent's face once she heard Mark say this. Mark didn't know if it was because of what he said regarding their research or if she was angry about him advising her to talk to other guilds. In the short time that he has been here, Mark could tell that the NSA did not play nice with other guilds. It seemed like they only tolerated their presence for some reason.

Mark waited to see what Milicent would say, and once she spoke, Mark realized that she was annoyed about everything that came out of his mouth.

"We have done extensive research regarding the possible monsters that would appear on the island. Researchers and superhumans died in order to bring us substantial information during their last trip, so I would appreciate it if you didn't undermine our work for the sake of your curiosity."

Mark shrugged at this and Milicent continued.

"And with regards to the other guilds. This mission was open for all guilds to accept. There were no restrictions placed on it, and we even sent out written letters to the heads of various guilds. The Athena guild was the only one that responded. According to the others, they required more financial compensation for the risk involved. We do not need such fools who are not aware of the dangers faced by the people of the city."

She has a very sharp tongue.

Mark chuckled as this thought filtered through his mind, and he could only nod along as Milicent continued to talk. Mark knew that the NSA had every right to be spiteful with regards to the other guilds not accepting to join the mission, but Mark just hoped that they weren't allowing their anger to cloud their sensibility.

If the superhumans go to that island and the monsters there turn out to be much stronger than initially estimated, then there is no way anyone would be coming back alive.