Eijirou adjusted his motorbike helmet, getting ready for his mission. As part of the resistance. The resistance had discovered a crucial piece of information that could expose the the government and he had to secure and deliver that evidence to the right channels without alerting the regime's forces. “God knows how much I hate these bastards.” He mumbled to himself as he slipped inside the structure to find the intel his superiors had talked him about inside the main building offices.