"You are thirty-five seconds late."

You hear a voice say, as you glance over towards the shadow of the alleyway behind Godfinger arcade.

A figure emerges from the darkness, their intense aura palpable in the air immediately as she steps into the light. Her arms are crossed, her face reflecting an expression of blatant apathy, though her voice is laced with a hint of irritation.

"If this were a normal mission where you were under my direction, that would be seventeen and a half push-ups."

One of Soldier 11's gloved hands goes up to her goggles and adjusts where it sat on her face, the other reaching back to rest on the blade that's sheathed on her back.

"Fortunately for you, time is of the essence. Come, we have no time to lose, Crimson Twilight."

Soldier 11 manages to call you by your 15th new codename this week, and turns off in a hurry, not even waiting for you to catch up.