The moment the car rolled to a stop in the guild's private garage, the fragile peace was shattered. The doors slid open, and Ryo was there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a look of intense, almost predatory curiosity on his face.
"What happened, guys?" he asked, his usual teasing smirk firmly in place, though his eyes held a sharp, analytical light that betrayed his casual demeanor. "I want details. All of them."
TGP glided silently out of the vehicle. "The full report contains classified documents pertaining to a matter of national security," the robot stated, its voice a perfect, professional monotone. "However, I will leave a redacted résumé of the mission's key events on your desk in twenty minutes."
