After Angelina left home, she searched on various social media platforms to see if she could find anything relating to Resotnero. But because she couldn’t spell his name correctly, a lot of unrelated subjects kept popping up so she decided to go to the nearest Tomb Riders Association to look him up.
The establishment wasn’t that far away so she arrived there very quickly. The Tomb Riders Association was shaped like a resplendent cube which was slightly tilted to enhance its dynamism. On top of it were various designs of Motors.
The T.R.A institute was responsible for a variety of things Ghouls related. They offered legal aid to every Tomb Riders who were registered with their firm. They also conducted a wide range of research on Ghoul anomalies which could help enhance Motors Cube stability and productivity. Angelina’s visit was to acquire personal information on a particular Tomb Rider.
Angelina arrived at the entrance of the building, she had to show the security guards her Tomb Rider’s Permit before they let her through.
Entering the establishment, Angelina felt a refreshing zephyr embraced her skin, unlike the fetid air which was blowing outside. She signed herself in at an automated counter then head over to the lady which was present at the front desk.
“Hello.” She said.
“Good afternoon miss. How may I help you?” answered the clerk.
At the lady’s request, Angelina took out her phone and showed the clerk a photo of her and Resotnero riding on her Motor. “This is a recent photo of me and my honey pie. During one of our races the other day I think he might have lost his official T.R.R Card. We searched all over for the darn thing but it didn’t show up in either of our sights. I was wondering if you could give me a temporary replacement just until we’re sure that it is lost for good or not. Can you do that?” Angelina plastered on a face of concern which seemed genuinely convincing to the clerk.
After assessing Angelina’s story, the clerk spoke up. “Sure if his T.R.R Card is indeed missing as you say, we can most certainly issue a temporary replacement but…”
After hearing the clerk’s ‘But,’ Angelina seemed uneasy. ‘Could she have caught on to me?’ she thought inwardly then asked: “But what?”
The clerk answered after clearing her throat: “Ahem, he will have to sign for it in person. Otherwise, we can’t issue a replace…”
“But he can’t!” Angelina interjected suddenly. “Ahem, forgive my outburst. He’s still recuperating from his injuries you see. I’m afraid that he’ll be bedridden for at least one more week. That’s why he begged me to come down here. The open registration for this upcoming tournament is just in a few days away. If he’s unable to register then he won’t be able to participate. You understand right?”
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The clerk maintained her unwavering gaze while she replied: “Then he will just have to wait until he is finished recuperating. I’m sorry, we can’t help you.”
Angelina slammed her hand on the desk furiously. “Come on, are you freaking kidding me?! It’s just a stupid T.R.R Card. This tournament means everything to him. Are you just going to shatter his dream for unintentionally losing a card and for being injured?”
“Miss please calm down before I call security. I’m only doing my job, it’s the company’s policy.” The clerk motioned her hand over the security alert button which was underneath the desk, trying to intimidate Angelina to back the *F* off.
“Alright then, be that way.” Angelina turned to leave. She was disappointed that she didn’t acquire the information she needed, moreover, she was infuriated with herself that she had to debase her character to find out about Resotnero’s contact detail. When she was couple feet away from the counter, she heard the clerk called out to her.
“Miss, wait!”
“Huh?” Angelina turned her head around to see what the clerk wanted.
“You forgot your phone on the counter.” The clerk gave Angelina her phone.
“Thanks, I completely forgot.”
After giving Angelina her phone back, the clerk noticed something familiar about her appearance. She recalled the photo that was showed to her earlier and realized that she had seen it before. “Miss wait a moment. Are you perhaps the mysterious female Tomb Rider from the Qualifiers Race the other night?”
“Huh?” Angelina looked over the clerk’s face and noticed something odd. ‘Could she be a fan…?’
After delaying her answer for a bit, Angelina got closer to the counter and materialized her helmet. “What if I am?”
Seeing Angelina in her helmet, the clerk was 100% sure now that she wasn’t mistaken. “OH MY GOD! It really is you?” The clerk began hyperventilating and couldn’t speak properly. “I was there at the Ghoul Stadium that night. I liked the way you ride girl and how you kicked ass. I’ve never witnessed anyone who did what you’ve done, not exactly.”
Angelina was surprised and intrigued by what the clerk said about her. This was her first time being up close and personal with a legitimate fan. Realizing that she could utilize this in her favour, Angelina cupped the clerk’s hands and put on a mask filled with appreciative emotion. “Thank you so much for thinking so highly of me. You know, that was my first time participating in front of so many people. The thrilled I felt with all those eyes staring at me and the rush from the crowd cheering me on made me overjoyed but…”
Angelina’s face was now laden with affliction. “But it’s too bad that I won’t be able to participate in this upcoming tournament. I was hoping to dazzle more people just like yourself.”
The clerk seemed to be buying into Angelina’s sad story. She got closer and asked curiously: “Why not? Why won’t you be participating?”
“Well…” Angelina paused her speech then slowly gave the clerk her back and pretended to walk away while saying. “I was hoping that my boyfriend and I would participate as a team but you told me that there was nothing that you could do to help us so, bye. It was nice meeting you.”
“Wait! Don’t go just yet. I think that I might be able to help you.”
Hearing those words flowed out of the clerk’s mouth, made Angelina cracked a sly smile. If only the clerk could see her face, she would have realized that she had just been played.