Ghost Alley Stroll (in progress)

Miska strolled along the alleyway, searching for clue. In this HUGE room with roof so high he could not see the lamps, there were rows and rows of desks all barricaded with thick glasses that obscured both the speakers and the receivers. The lines between the many desks could qualify for an alleyway in itself, and there were so many people commuteering around like bees, drowned in their own business-wha!?

Miska blinked. 'That is not a headless horseman, isn't it?'

At last, she found the desk with a large number that matched the receipt she had been given. She cleared her throat to signal that she was there. An answer from behind the desk told her that she was heard.

"Good morning. My name is Miska from room 19, I-"

"A moment. Miska...miska... Right. Mr. Miska Kopparsvard, Dra Gamma, no?"

"Yes. I was told-"

"Yes. Your first mission will start somewhere in eleven. Do make sure that..."

"I wonder if-"

"...and all of your gears must be checked. Preferred weapons will be supplied..."

"Excuse me, but-"

"...do remember that you will be working as a team. When the right..."

"Please, I want to know-"

"...objectives are important, as I said before. Know one thing of..."

Perplexed, Miska stood still and let the teller finished. It was long, long speech. The clock on the wall seemed to have turned two times and back again.

"...And everything will be recorded in detail. Remember that, and you will be fine. Now, is there any question?"

Miska shook his head weakly. Soon, the teller sent him on his way, back through the glassy alley.

A knock on the teller's door and a friend came in.

"Hey, that girl looked like she wanted to ask something, you know."

"Really? I don't- oh there he asks. Good Felix, as always. He seems to ask where the restroom is."

"Hm? Why's he directing her towards the Male restroom?"

"Why not? -wait, what do you mean by her?"