Itsuki's transfer to the NSF was unusually quick and smooth, despite the reports of his 'problematic behavior'. While the reason for that was probably due to Itsuki's performance and historic as an agent, he didn't care that much about it. Just the fact that there wouldn't be many annoying and boring interviews or paperwork already made him satisfied enough. Most of his things were already packed up the previous day in order to be transported to the NSF quarters. Hopefully, by now they would already be on his room and he wouldn't need to move everything himself. They were also kind enough to provide the personal equipment he had asked for, namely the Russian made rifle and the English pistol that had recently became his favored weapons for work due to their effectiveness, high stopping power and flexibility. Not only that but he was also notified that he would have a personal room and would be able to use the facilities that were available in the NSF headquarters as much as he wanted. Having already seen the training facility they had in the physical test he had to make, that was definitely interesting news... Assuming the rest of their facilities was as good as the training room, of course.
Itsuki had a rather pleasant surprise when he arrived on the NSF headquarters. Although there was no welcoming party or anything, the installations were undoubtedly a clear cut above any other he had when working for the
Tokushu Butai or even his own home. His room was surprisingly comfortable too and had a really nice size, going as far as having luxuries such as a television and other extras just for the extra comfort of the agent who would stay there. Although there was a small thing that drew his attention.
After putting the small backpack containing a few things that weren't transported before in the bed, he approached the wall, where a small hole, a bit bigger than a bullet was cleanly cut, connecting straight to the other room. Leaning forward, he approached his face from the small hole, putting his eye on it, which gave him a good view of the room right besides his own.
"Huh..." he exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. While he had no problem with such a small hole, he would rather not have some weirdo spy on him while he was sleeping.
Getting three cigars out of the pack he carried with him, he stuffed them into the hole, completely blocking it.
"Let's just hope my neighbor doesn't smoke..." he said to himself with a chuckle before he went out and headed towards the main room in other to take a look at the people he was going to work with and socialize a bit while hopefully, avoiding his superiors.
While the personal rooms were quiet and there weren't that many people walking around, the main hall was the complete opposite. The number of people walking around in hurried paces, each one doing their own job was proportional to the size of the NSF base. A few people drew attention from the others, like a giantess of a woman with an absent stare greeting a Japanese man that was much shorter than her but Itsuki stood out like a sore thumb. Amidst many people who were either wearing combat oriented clothes or formal suits, Itsuki was the only one wearing a pair of sandals, gray cargo pants and a simple lose and messy black collared shirt that couldn't be farther from formal wear. Coupled with his messy hair and his carefree posture, it truly made him stand out among the rest. Not in a good manner though.
Sitting down in a bench inside one of the marked areas for smokers, Itsuki simply lighted a cigar and started lazily smoking it while he watched the people come and go. Once in a while, he would find a few who stood out from the rest and kept his gaze on them a bit longer, almost like he was playing a small game with himself, trying to figure out where they would go. To the offices with the rest of the pencil pushers, towards the training room like the ones who wore either sports or combat clothes or if they would go anywhere else.
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