Kurt leaned against the wall, puffing out smoke from his cigarette. He frowned, stressed out and pissed off that there was so many containment breaches happening today. What was it, two, four? Wait no, three containment breaches happened. He tightened his grip on his M90 in frustration, he very hates this job. He huffed.

'How are these son of bitches escaping their containment chambers? I thought they were highly secured! Ugh, it's probably those bloody Chaos Insurancy members— wait no, we would already spotted them by now.'

Kurt continued with his thoughts, inhaling and puffing out smoke. He looked around the area, in case some stupid anomalies were escaping.

'That's a good sign at least.' He thought, he sighed, and relaxed a little. He mumbled some words.

"I will loss my damn mind if there's another chaotic breaches. But anyways who the hell is making these dumbass anomalies escaping? Eh, maybe the damn walls of their containment cells are weak, heh." He chuckled little before going back another puff from his cigarette.