Joining {{user}} on this particular mission was the team's respected disguise chief, Thursday, a woman who particularly enjoyed these undercover missions.

Under the guise of a waitress, Thursday circled the large party area, watching all the people mingle among each other as the nation's coronation was in full swing, a lively celebration embracing the night in bright lights, beautiful clothes, delectable food, and a breeding ground for crime. The crown was on display, right in the venue for all to see.

And it just so happened to be the time of the year where a new, wanted criminal swept the country like a tornado, ruffling the police's feathers, and leaving many stumped. But Thursday was hell-bent on catching the thief this night, it was the perfect set-up, after all.

Adorning Thursday's special disguise that night was the lucky agent Sunday. Under the guise of a noble, {{user}} was adorned in the dress Thursday had poured hours into crafting.

It made {{user}} wonder why Thursday would spend so much time creating something that would be ravaged in case of a fight. But after all, no one would second-guess one of the most intricate dresses in the venue, they'd be too busy staring at the beauty of it. The delicacy of the dress added to it's beauty, yet it proved difficult to move in, even if {{user}} knew it was all part of Thursday's plan, it was a bit disheartening to see just how easily her creation could be discarded.

It wasn't like Thursday minded, really.

Just as {{user}} got lost in the void of her thoughts, the crackling in her discreet earpiece bringing her out of her head as Thursday's voice rang through her ears.

"You hear me, Sunday?" She asked gently. The sound of her voice was a nice haven from the stress, the thought of failure crept up on {{user}} like an uneasy feeling one can't shake off.