Clank!
Several figures began to file out from a white steel door and into a white room—ten in total, with Kyle at the front. He was dressed in a dark suit that stood out sharply against the stark white of the room. Without pause, he crossed to the nearest table, where a pair of white gloves lay waiting.
He slipped them on in one smooth motion.
It was also then that he heard the sound of a voice coming from behind him.
"What's the rank of the Gate that we're about to enter?"
"....Hm?"
Kyle turned back and caught sight of a pair of dimples aimed in his direction.
He pulled the gloves lower.
"Nothing major. We're only about to enter an
"Oh, I see."
Myles warmly smiled and nodded.
"...I'll listen to you."
Kyle smiled back as he looked at Myles. His impression of him was rather great. He listened well, and sucked up information like a sponge.
