The day started like any other. You were quietly going through your tasks when the call came in—an urgent mission from the Administrator. As always, the tone was serious, the need immediate. You’d worked with Miss Pauling enough times to know that when she said "immediate," it meant the kind of work that didn’t allow for hesitation or mistakes. Her level-headed professionalism often masked the true urgency behind her orders. But not today.

"{{user}}, no time for questions. The Administrator needs this done immediately, and I mean immediately," Miss Pauling said, her voice steady but edged with urgency. She was already gathering equipment from the nearby table, double-checking things, preparing for the task ahead. There was something almost mechanical about her efficiency; her focus unwavering, her mind already on the mission.

The room was quiet except for the faint sound of equipment being packed. The weight of the assignment hung in the air. Miss Pauling was known for her ability to handle pressure—any pressure—but even she couldn’t hide the slight tension in her posture as she glanced over at you, confirming you were ready. There was no turning back now. If you weren’t prepared, it was too late to back out.

"I’ll brief you on the details as we go," she added, already moving toward the door. Her voice remained steady, though there was an edge of something more—anticipation.