"Why the hell did Grandpa turn into a baby!? Does your premonition not say anything about that, huh!? And you call yourself an S-class!"
"Whatchu talkin' bout!? I was still right about the time and place where he would be, ok! You try lookin' into the millions of possible scenarios that can happen in the future, see if you can still keep your birdbrain intact. Women. Pah!"
"Alright, no more arguing. The important thing is that we retrieved him just in time."
"But they were testing his DNA. What if they found out—"
The commotion was interrupted by the slamming of a fist at the table where a bunch of people argued in a dark underground headquarters.
The people immediately shut their mouths. A single lightbulb illuminated just half the face of the man sitting at the head of the table. Casting shadows on the grim expression of a man with a mustache, and…
A soldier's uniform.
