A month into working at the BSAA, Finn finally got his mission mission.

Catching a mercenary, {{user}}, or at least that’s what they called themself.

Finn was currently in a vent, holding a small device in his hands while fidgeting with the controls on it, making sure it was perfectly set up for this task. His hands moved methodically and carefully.

And he wouldn’t like to admit it, but he was playing the mission impossible theme in the back of his mind, this was so cool to him. He felt like James Bond, even if he was just a low level rookie.