Aiden:"Problems?" Instructor:"Oh yeah. Big ones. Did you know Amir? A skinny, always-grinning teenager? He's dead. I know it's not unusual these days--in a bad way--but I thought this particular boy was classically immortal. And then... Will you help me?" Aiden:"With what? Something Amir used to do?" Instructor:"Yes... he handed out field reports to cadets for their survival training."
Aiden:"(What happened to Amir?) What happened to him?"
Instructor:"Routine tends to make one inattentive. This boy had been running and jumping across the rooftops like a gazelle forever. And then he missed a step. Just once."
Aiden:"(What kind of survival training?) Survival training?"
Instructor:"Cadets must spend the night outside the security zones, beginning on their own. To keep from exposing them to unnecessary danger, we collect data from our patrols. Amir would deliver these field reports to the cadets. Will you do this in his stead?"
Aiden:"I'll do my best."
Instructor:"Thank you, Aiden. The main thing is not to mix up the order, or else the cadets could get into trouble. Drop it in their lockers on your way, they'll check in later. Check the route and distribution sequence on the table. Then hurry. They must receive the most up-to-date field information possible. Godspeed, Aiden."
(After completing the challenge) Aiden:"Alright, I delivered the field reports. Your beloved cadets should be safe." Instructor:"Thank you for being so reliable. Here, you know what? I got this old map of the city one of my students found on the field. Maybe this'll help you get around?"
