Chapter 6 — Lucy’s First Mission Briefing
Chaos, Camaraderie, and… Coffee? Salty gathered the squad in the main briefing room — a big word for a space that was technically a storage container with chairs, a dodgy projector, and a whiteboard permanently stained with the words DO NOT PRESS RED BUTTON (AGAIN). Lucy sat proudly in the front row, her newly laminated “Solider” badge clipped to her jacket, slightly crooked but worn with honour. Sarah whispered to Susan, “She looks adorable.” Susan whispered back, “She looks prepared. God help her.” Salty slapped a folder dramatically onto the table. “Aight misfits — today’s objective is simple…” He paused. The room leaned in. Even Ron Beefmaster stopped folding his arms long enough to care. “…we’re getting coffee .” The squad exhaled the collective sigh of people who expected explosions and espionage, not a caffeine run. The Govna raised his hand. “Sir, permission to clarify: is this a tactical acquisition, or merely a procurement operation?” Salty wagged a fi...