Nimble hands tapped at a keyboard.

A notification popped up.

"Oh. There's a message." The hands moved to click the icon, bypassing the encryptions effortlessly. "It's for Disk Thinker."

The message read as follows:


Disk Thinker;

I heard you were the one to contact if one needed to take care of... a problem.

If you're interested, leave a note at the Lock Bridge in Paris.

If not, well, be on your way.


"Lock Bridge, huh? Looks like we'll need..." the figure looked down at a notepad to it's right, "Bowtie, Angel, Rocket, and Pegasus. So everybody's coming, huh?"

The figure leaned forward, revealing a fair-skinned girl with bright blue hair. "This should be fun."