Of all the options on the mission board the mysterious redacted one by far sounded the coolest. But looks are deceiving as Synthia would soon find out. The trip to the tower was relatively quick, especially since Synthia's motorcycle only had two speeds: fast and faster. Outside the tower was crowded, but not as much as inside. Sounds of busy people permeated through the first floor. Synthia peered over most of them, standing more than 6ft tall. The elevator up leaked passengers as it went up and up until only Synthia remained to exit on one of the upper floors. Stillness and silence saturated the area until disturbed by sound of Synthia's black boots on the floor. Her entire outfit comprised of blacks and greys, with all the color concentrated on her long, voluminous, gravity defying hair.

The other champions who showed up all looked like little anime girls. Damn, appearances don't mean much in this world but they'd better be as tough as they are cute if this team thing was gonna work. Synthia was leaning against a wall as she sized them up. Hopefully their bite was worse than their bark.

Eventually a mystery man appeared and briefed them on their mission. So they were gonna be glorified delivery girls, not exactly as exciting as she'd built up in her mind. There was probably more to it but she wasn't getting paid to pry. She really hoped it wasn't a bomb that blows up once they deliver it.