LCCB Assistant Manager: Ishmael's Story

Enemy inbound! 100 meters!

Crap… We're out of ammo, too…

It was a clear emergency. The darkly clad children were terrified by an unknown threat with which they didn't know how to deal.

Dammit… Should've known bringing less to save the company budget was a bad call!

Not like we could earn a better review from HR or anything, so why'd… Ope.

The child's mouth went shut, for it suddenly dawned on them that their gun had stopped firing its projectiles.

…25 meters.

So this is the end for us…

That's when their savior appeared, waving her golden-hour hair.

Relax you two. I'll take charge from here.

…Ms. Ishmael!

With her shield raised, the child stared down her oncoming foe with unwavering resolve.

This is Ishmael. I've joined up with the team at Operation Site BA21. Will help them wipe out the damn rats. Over.

Her firearm emitted flashes of light, a semaphore of salvation.

Ah, and also… Please refrain from making idiotic suggestions such as conserving the LCC's ammo in the future. We have well-heeled sponsors backing us.

…Along with flags of scathing lectures.