His last mission was finished. Standing on a high branch, Adam pulled the crumpled mission slips from his pocket. Twelve slips in total. A quick motion tore them in half.
The small pieces of paper fluttered down into the forest below, forgotten like dead leaves. No pride registered on his face, only a cold focus. The first part of the plan was over. Now, the second would begin.
"System," Adam's voice was a low whisper in the quiet woods. "What is the time?"
A blue screen appeared in his vision. [Master, one and a half hours have passed. The competition began one and a half hours ago.]
'It's quite late, but it doesn't matter, I still have some time left' Adam thinks.
A small, sharp smile touched Adam's lips. "I have more than enough time," he said to himself. "Time to start the next plan. The front-end team will not complete their missions."
