Things never were explained to the woman in her early 30's as she was left behind with a clueless emotion, Claire supposedly 'Stress Eating' upon hearing of the not so anticipated return of a certain Chris Canner back into the grounds of the vicinity covering München, Germany.

And after the commotion of noises that awfully seemed familiar to a ferret screeching at its food emanating from the foodie herself, Claire Leau decided that the best course of action would be introducing her to the Head Of Operations and address the forbidden issue at hand.

" Feli?" She spoke after leaving her to stare for a couple minutes.

" I think I'm gonna need a bigger explanation for this than just spitting out a good luck, you know?" And was given a roundabout word of agreeing to her almost instantly.

" O-Of course! Come with me, with the phone, and yank Finn with you. If he declines, just...I don't know, slap him or something and tell him we're meeting Darren." Claire waved her hands in the direction where his cubicle was and started walking towards the Director's office, intimidatingly covered by shades which were unlike your usual curtains.

" The Director?!" Felicia said to herself with a slight gasp as she nodded to herself, thinking why she did either of those things when there was no one to notice that and felt stupid for a moment, resuming her given task and went back to Kroll and relayed the donut mowing maniac's words.

" Sh*t. Why does she have to escalate it this soon!?" She heard the usually composed colleague be more distraught than anything else. This was the first she saw both of them freak out this much at the same thing.

And her instincts all agreed on the fact this even if this is her first assigning to a partner ever since she joined at the Dias, this would be a hindrance if she wasn't more prepared.

An even though she wasn't that knowledgeable of things here, in her heart, she had the gut that if she wouldn't be enough to give and wouldn't be the one Chris needed...it would end in her death.

And finding herself slowly shifting towards the glass door with a tremendous amount of jitters shaking her up. It felt like a dream.

Someone who terrified two of the most capable chose her, and that was the truth.

Even if he isn't adored by many...

And she opened the door, looking at the Director, already forlorn within the two minutes it took them to get here.

" Okay. Nevermind. This guy is serious trouble..." And this drove Felicia to scratch those thoughts and it only left behind nervousness.

*****

Chris didn't miss this part of his endeavors. Not a single bit.

" For goodness sake, LEAVE ME ALONE FOR A FEW DAYS YOU D*CKHEADS!" He shouted from behind the wheel of the car he was forced to crash right upon getting in.

How did he get here? Good question.

Chris Canner, is more popular among the Wölfe than the Dias itself. Because as far as they are concerned, he is a legend spread among the office to instill a sense of inferiority among them, making them work harder. 

And why is that important? 

Because no one wants to help this guy except seven people at the Dias who have worked with him before. And he is now in a situation which would demand some assistance at the very least.

" Guys! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!" And so the declaration of peace continued while they just shot at him again invoking public panic. He reached for the bag and managed to get up, and just as soon as he stood up the bullets zipped right past the glass as the most proficient and capable man in the Dias freaked out from impulse and flung the bag in the air.

" Oh you gotta be SH*TTING ME!" Chris cried with a pretty heavy sense of remorse as he shot back down to the tires, as to not get shot between the raised undercarriage.

He only had one more thing to try before the inevitable...

He found the biggest piece of glass that wasn't fortunate enough to be with its brethren and threw it as far back as he can, attracting attention to himself. 

" Ich bin Tourist! Kein Terrorist! (I am tourist! Not terrorist! )" And of course they didn't believe him. No one, at least no one with the basic structure of common sense would trust a guy just landed beside a weapons store literally called Weapons Arms Trade ( Weapons Waffenhandel )on a pure white Mercedes G63 sometime near noon and casually orders a literal truck load of weapons.

Or one that just tried to retaliate by reaching out to the weapons bag.

Of course the wolves come after someone as suspicious as him, wouldn't you agree?

The shells hit the ground, ricocheting off the walls as the Light Machine Guns started to widen the area between each shot, from recoil as Chris looked sad, at his new vehicle, now losing its shape from the glint it showed when he parked it aside a blue GMC just about less than half an hour ago, now shattering glass on the sidewalk.

" And I don't even get to drive it to HQ..." He let out a slight sigh and waited for an opening in their consecutive round of fire and when he heard the click of the empty chamber after the last bullet, he sprang to action, sliding across the hood of the white jeep and made his wild dash up the staircase.

But they knew better than to leave a possible object of interest into a whole room with weapons. And with utmost coordination, one in the squad shot the glass of the second floor of the building as another threw a chain of small grenades on it, hoping one would reach into the stairwell.

Chris Canner was no exception to being a genius strategist, identifying the obstacle and like the rampaging ape he proves to be time and time again, kicked it out.

He kicked it out, as easy as saying easy. Just like that, nothing more.

But as he cursed his luck again, seeing one just unhinge from the belt and threw himself over and ducked under the counter of the shop in the second level, the owner of the establishment shivering in sheer terror from the accompanying explosion right at the doorway.

The man began a rather confusing clamor, where his tone didn't match his eyes. But Chris wasn't in the mood for analysis.

" Es wird dir gut gehen! sie wirst mich NUR TÖTEN! ( You're gonna be fine! They'll ONLY KILL me! )" He hissed in a whisper like voice at the man to his right as the glass windows, cursing once again, under his breath for he slipped and quote one quote, 'Yeeted' the bag on the road.

Chris threw his hands towards the shop owner as they received an unexpected smile from the unexpected customer. The man who was ducking for cover folded the bottom two fingers and made a gesture.

" Gun? 'pew pew'...?" The Phaze looked menacing still conveying a feeling of helplessness, taking a card out of his cargo pants and showed it to the cashier for proof of him being an officer. The man at the counter quickly nodded his head in a desperate need to preserve his life and slid a big wooden box with his feet with unbelievable speed and dropped a key on the floor, all the while maintaining that in professional look on his face.

Even if his knees shaking like it were break-dancing implying otherwise.

The footsteps were banging on the metal stairwell, urging the man crouched to do whatever he was doing a bit faster. And so he did, taking advantage of the wrecked path up-to where he was.

He got frustrated of trying to unlock it and threw it on the floor, breaking open the latch, mentally taking a note to give the money to reprimand him of the loss of his possession, seeing him flinch with a look of repent in his green eyes, almost the same colour of the shirt he was wearing. 

" Holy molly, roly poly." And out came a whistle.

Because inside, was a PCC ( Pistol Caliber Carbine ) of a lesser known Hi-Point 995TS, with three magazines and a magazine already loaded for quick use.

" Dude, how did you get this? This is supposed to be illegal." Chris disengaged the safety on it's left and did the usual technicalities before winking at the man, supposedly in his 50's who provided him with it.

" Extra. Take extra." And even through the paranoia he must have been facing, seeing his life flash by as three men in quite mobile outfits peeked over the corner, proceeding to hold the poor soul in their scopes, him shaking even more with his smile fading away as if he realized who they were.

" WO BIN ICH?! ( WHERE IS HE?! )" Came a thundering voice from one of the three, as one other ran upstairs to scout the gun store for the one they were looking suspicious of.

And there was no reply from the man next to the Phaze because he knew better than to tattle out someone who was being chased by the Graue Wölfe. And so, he retaliated to the best of his powers without getting his body shot by the barrage that was ultimately not meant for him.

"  Niemand außer mir ist hier ( Nobody is here except me )" The man who was now putting his hands up before the assailants with a rather apathetic inflection from his words as the men before him recognized the face of the man, they reacted immediately by pulling their LMGs up at him.

He didn't react. He just gave them a look of pure madness.

" LIAR LIAR, I'M GONNA FIRE!" And as if to ruin the entire aspect of someone taking the blame for him, Chris Canner drew fire, as he pulled back the throttle of his heart, slowing reality as he began to realign the line of fire towards the two Wolf's heads, making for a swift kill.

And went the trigger, as time began to flow as it always has done, bullets fired towards the visible opponents in their field of vision.

Three guns, seven bullets, four targets.

And within the next arrival of a scream in anguish, two freshly laid down bodies dropped to the ground and the other held in the pain of getting shot at and just winced.

Chris rolled onto the next aisle and checked for the remaining rounds from the few years of practice. He found that he had to use three of the fifteen that would be in this nearly mint condition as his eyes wandered to the recipient of the same.

He didn't move from where he was, but blood flowed from his wrist, evident of the bullet that passed through it, letting out the deep red fluid, staining his olive shirt and in continuation, the floor.

" You seem to have suh-something in your arm, buddy." Chris looked at him as he pulled in his lower lips, making for a ludicrous sad face, making both of them scoff at this alternate to a possible horrific turn of events

" Du denkst? Jah-ja, ich denke. ( You think? Yea-yeah, I guess. )" The man used his amazingly, albeit still unbelievable prowess of foot control for Chris to slide another magazine to hold for reloading if called for.

" This guy..." A thought lingered.

But as simplistic it seemed at the moment, Chris immediately tore a part of his own maroon flannel and threw it over for his new-made sudden cohort for the time being to wrap around his rather disturbingly bleeding arm as he took to the run, raising the beat of his heart again, heading towards the final prey from a floor above, obviously alerted to the firefight downstairs.

The man left behind was more than satisfied with his own turn of fate. 

Mr. Rache wiped the blood and sat back down, hearing gunfire from the carbine and the faint thud that accompanied soon after. He slammed his hand on the table, numbing the already fading pain.

" Someone always takes the hard path." He took up a cigarette and lit it up, inhaling the burning surface of the leisure killer.

He slowly took in the searing heat from the smoke, he took a deep inhale, blowing a cloud with a nonchalant aura of delight.

" Isn't that right, Astera?" 

Rache cackled, throwing the ignited murderer and flicking it over the other side of the room.

*****

Chris opened the door to his trashed partial SUV on the parking area, about a quarter mile from the entrance of the Dias.

He took out the carbide he was presented as he grumbled to himself.

" How am I supposed to know it's an antique? WHO KEEPS A WEAPON IN AN ANTIQUE BOX?!"

He entered the backdoor he was given perpetual access to, stumbling his way to the lab where his comrade would had to be waiting for him.

And as his life is, it was a disappointment.

" SHE WENT HOME?!" He roared at Vanessa Glühe, who was the more lax than with others. She swiveled around on her chair with an angry look.

" You're late, Cann-"

" Don't call me by my last n-"

" No." The Snow Witch snapped and hurled a sandwich at her friend and commanded him to sit, after asking him to put away the carbine.

The ice queen was more of a mother to Chris than a sister.

And that just gave Chris Canner the chills.

Suzuha Toretsu.

That single name frightened him. The Matsuki's were both adorable and haunting for him. Now that he knew what made the three friends what they are now, at the present.

" Thank you." He grunted, as he eyed a file at the side of the round-top table in the office, strangely contrasting to the futuristic surroundings that he noticed had improved.

" So...decrypted it already? Guess I still am the brawn." Chris flexed his biceps which were clearly visible with one of the sleeves covering Rache Knos at the hospital he was now in. ( Pronunced Rash Nose )

Both of the had a good laugh as Chris took his fill of food from the table, content with their reunion.

*****

Felicia woke up, to the alarm not setting off at the same time it does every day except on Sundays.

And fortunately, the day was Sunday.

But since she has grown accustomed to waking early every single day of the week like a toddler going to school, she is always left wondering why bother setting the timer at a different time than just using the same time.

Every single Sunday that passes.

Felicia rolled over onto the edge of the bed when she felt like it and fell off, her cat like reflexes letting her catch herself before she hit the ground and stood up with a bounce.

As if that bounce were the catalyst to something, her phone went off on it's stand.

And this was the flip phone that Chris Canner gave her.

" Oh god."

*****