The Zetta Sonic
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Emil didn't understand what Jayden meant. He only knows that he's got a partner to run his crazy idea. Emil took Jayden into the command room. Again, he ignored other rules in the ICPA. No one was allowed into the command room other than those on duty or higher-ups. Jayden is not on this mission and is definitely not a top brass. No wonder when he entered, all eyes immediately pierced Emil and himself.

The room was a real command room, not a room he had used in the reservoir. In the reservoir, his computer room doubles as a command room. The command room should be larger with multiple computers, not just one. Ideally, when an agent is on duty, he is accompanied by at least four operators and one person in charge.

At least, they are equally dim. When the screen is on, the main light source comes only from the screen. The rest comes from line lights that are planted on walls or lights on the ceiling but with different light intensities.

When it comes to the Zetta Sonic, the rules will be a little different.

The person in charge of the room is a senior field agent. He's not on duty since two years ago. Now, he guided his junior to complete the mission in the field. He becomes the first person to stand in the way when Jayden follows Emil to his seat.

“You better have a very good reason to be here, Jayden.”

“I offer you a solution.” Jayden made a smile as he pulled his hands behind his back. He knew the temperament of the person in front of him. Not someone who hits easily. It is precisely the type of person who can hold back his emotions. Remember, he could even face the strangeness of Emil. “I can help you get rid of those snowmen.”

Emil pulled out of his chair. “As heating cans. In a pot of boiling water. When camping, commander.”

The leader of the mission clearly did not understand what the words meant. His forehead was furrowed, his eyebrows were clutched. While pulling himself away from Jayden, he said, “It seems that you can also translate between Emil and us.”

“Hopefully,” whispered Jayden solemnly.

This room is wider. There are two rows of computer desks there. Four computers in each row. They only fill half. The officers sat next to each other in the front row, closer to the screen. ICPA always uses walls as screens. The image is clearly highlighted to the screen. There, the little girl sat tied up in a chair. Something white wrapped around his body to the chair. Face pale. Teeth grinding.

“He will definitely get frostbite,” Jayden said.

“No, agent Jayden. She is suffering from frostbite.”

Right, Jayden knows too. He just didn't want to make it as clear as it was. Jayden is now interested in his guards. “Are they the guards you mean? They look more like Halloween snow dolls. Are they moving?”

“So far, they can only turn their heads.”

While the girl was trembling, there stood four dwarf figures around her. They are very similar to snow dolls. They are made of three circles of snowballs of different sizes, buttoned, with a pouting mouth of charcoal granules, hand-held twigs. Perched in place.

“So, we don't know if they're real dangerous or not?” ask Jayden again. Without waiting for an answer, he answered the question. “Sure, our opponent Mr. North Pole's. Better, we consider them dangerous.”

Emil then shows some detail conditions of the cooling room and the location of the agent they sent. Each side of the wall in the room was draining a litre of coolant. They no longer use ventilation at the top of the room. The theory is, if they can change the coolant with the heating fluid, the problem is solved.

Jayden wants to make sure of something. “Before we start, do they know that ICPA is involved?”

Emil shakes. “He must know. But, I'm pretty sure he hasn't seen our agent.”

“Perfect. Then, start heating water.”

Long story short, it all ended well. Except for Mr. North Pole, of course.

ICPA did not succeed in capturing the mastermind of the kidnapping, but they managed to save the minister's daughter. Things don't end well other than Mr. North Pole is also experienced by Jayden. It's common knowledge that more agents don't like him than they consider him a friend.

“Thank you.” Emil opened the conversation when everyone had left the room. He's the last one because he has to clean up this and that. Emil himself is not disliked. Most agents just find it strange. Even so, they considered him a friend.

“Actually, I didn't really help. That was your idea,” Jayden replied. At first, he lives there, noticing how Emil shuts down the computer and stores the equipment. Now, he's helping too. “

“Not that,” Emil said. “I mean, now.”

Jayden realized that Emil was thanking her for helping me clean up. “Oh. You welcome. I just don't like to see things scatter. If they are stored in their place, we do not need to bother looking for them.”

Emil nodded. He paused for a moment in the middle of the already brightly lit room. Those line lights flooded every corner with white light. “What do people usually do when in a bar?”

Although confused by the spontaneous question, Jayden still answered. “Drink beer. Chatting. Why?”

“It ... waste time.”

“Depends on how you see it.” Jayden could guess right. “You refused your colleagues' call to the bar. What are you doing then? Surfing in the virtual world? Doing experiments?”

“What is weird?”

“No. But you also need to have fun. The right friend is fun. In fact, it can take you ahead of your current position.” Jayden lays out what he knows isn't what he's going through.

“Very fun. If it really happened. The freak association.”

“In any part of the world there is always a place for freaks.”

Emil smile. “What is it in data?”

“Entahlah. But, each person is strange in their own way. At least, you're looking at the one in front of you right now.” Jayden never thought of himself as strange. But, being in one room alone with the younger child made him aware. Emil is not as weird as people say. “At least, ICPA accepts them.”

“So, how's your investigation of killer robots, agent Jayden?”

Not answering, Jayden instead threw a question back. “You want to help me? There are thousands of data I have to check.”

“Do I have to have a beer and talk to you?”

“You're kidding? I'll beat you up if it interferes with my concentration.”