Callan observed the place, seeing a mound of red at the foot of the wall while numerous cloaked bodies rested on the ground around him.

His clipboard was full of names of the dead he managed to find.

Marco looked on with disappointment, annoyed at the sight of it.

“Weren’t you trained to protect those around you? Look around you.” He reprimanded Callan.

“Calm down man, he’s just a newbie arbitrator.” Clara replied, patting Callan on the back.

“Besides, at least he managed to hold the wall and save enough of the men. Not like we expected that sudden storm anyway.” She continued. Marcos only turned to look at the mound of flesh with indifference.

“From the look of it, I'd say this was a small wave.” Oliver remarked, kneeling down next to a mutant corpse.

“Small!?” Callan was shocked, the entire horde and the amount of death that had just happened, were merely a small scale assault.

“Seems so, judging from the amount of corpses. And the storm.” Oliver responded. All sounded calm despite the entire situation they were in earlier. Callan was only more confused and fearful with what he heard, but calmed himself down.

The rest of the division began to return to the fort, grabbing their dead comrades on the way.

While they stood around, the woman left the group, walking closer to the mound of red. On her way, a blue screen appeared out of thin air, following just next to her like an interface. She tapped repeatedly on it, seemingly analyzing the mound using the interface.

“What is that?” Callan asked.

“Just an I division ability. Exclusive to her and I division operatives” Clara replied.

“Why don’t we have those?” She chuckled at his question.

“They’re higher ranked than us, so they get the good stuff like harnessing other division abilities. You, I, and Oliver over there are just some Arbitrators. She and Marco though are specialists.” She briefly explained.

The woman continued analyzing the pile, hastily writing down on her clipboard.

While she was busy, the leader of L division spoke with Hannah, exchanging a few words before he and his team made their way back, leaving the fort guards and Callan’s team.

The woman returned to the group, her clipboard was full of writings and the interface disappeared.

Hannah ordered the team to hand over their papers to her. She stuffed each into her own clipboard haphazardly, with each piece of paper seemingly close to falling off with no organization.

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After a short moment of silence, she directed the team to begin heading their way back, leaving the battlefield and the fort.

Callan felt his boots continue sinking down the ground with each step, the rest of the team still looked calm or relaxed, making Callan wonder how long they were doing this, or if they faced worse threats than this.

He placed his hand on his face, feeling the large wound from earlier, the wound seemed to have stopped bleeding.

“So Callan, which city district did you operate in before going here?” Clara asked, Callan felt a pit in his stomach, suddenly remembering a memory of that place.

“I prefer not to say sorry.” He replied.

“No worries! Was just curious.”

The team finally reached the gate of the wall, from where he stood, Callan couldn’t even see the very top.

The gate quickly opened upon arriving, allowing the team inside.

With muddy boots and a bloody sword, Callan finished his first mission.

The large place was empty, with noticeable mud prints from the Light division operatives along with trails of blood from the dead operatives they brought back.

Callan clutched to his clipboard with his sword on his waist, he took a deep breath, relieved to be back in the safe hands of the city and tower and no longer in the rain and fort.

While they were resting, Callan noticed a staff resting on the wall, blood staining the pole. Oliver noticed it as well and walked closer to it.

“It seems to be a Model 2 Variant B staff.” He remarked.

“You know what that means?” Callan asked, surprised by the sudden description he gave.

“It’s not that hard to discern the difference of the model and variant, just look at their make and such.” Callan was obviously not understanding a single bit of information that left Oliver’s mouth, but nodded after he explained.

The elevator soon arrived, and everyone stepped inside. Callan could smell the rain from their coats, but he only continued remembering what he had saw earlier, and the wound he still has on his face.

“For now we may rest, I will see if L division command has other operations, just stay in the briefing room so we don’t have complications.” Hannah ordered.

Once the doors opened, they were greeted by the silent crowd of hooded people, above were large amounts of lights and other electronics to make this place bearable and comfortable. The team quickly left the elevator and made their way up the stairs.

Hannah though disappeared into the crowd, leaving the team.

Inside, the briefing room was empty, brightly lit from an assortment of bulbs above them. The team quickly sat down on the chairs. Callan quickly felt the comfort of resting his body once he finally sat down.

“Soooooo, how many mutants did you kill?” Clara asked, who was sitting next to Callan, leaning back and crossing her legs.

Callan took a few moments to recount, “Maybe 61?” He replied. Clara laughed at his response.

“Yup, not bad for a newbie. But a pro tip, perhaps also focus on keeping your teammates alive as well.” She replied. Callan heeded her advice. After talking, Clara started to relax on her chair, looking straight ahead.

With nothing else to do, Callan leaned back on his chair, feeling relaxed after the ordeal he had to deal with earlier.

‘So this is how an operative in this division operates…’ He thought to himself, looking at his clipboard and pen.