Red ankle boots stepped on the stairs, and the catgirl with shoulder-length curly hair beamed with joy as she neared the opening at the top of the Bell Tower. Approaching the exit, the hovering intelligent eyeball behind her began scanning the platform above, outlining two humans in its master's field of vision.
One stood at the back of the stairs, the other to the right. Both were armed, and the shorter one was even wielding a compact assault rifle.
"Green, how about you take care of the short one?" The girl glanced at her intelligent AI companion.
"No problem, but with your current state, can you handle the big one?" The eyeball sized up its master.
"No problem," the catgirl said as she took off her bag and stretched her body, then crouched down: "Let's start."
"Let's begin."
