"I need your help raiding the IMF headquarters. A part of me is sealed there."
"That's too dangerous. I'm not going to get myself killed."
The heavy furnace door continued to swing open and shut, casting fleeting light and shadow across the faces of Anna and the others. That dull, tape-recorded voice emanated once more from the brass mechanical doll's mouth.
"That doesn't sound like something the person who easily took down two of the IMF's most well-known sites would say. Since the IMF's inception, there haven't been many people who could cause them so much trouble."
It seemed Anna's reputation in the outside world far exceeded her actual abilities.
"Spare me the taunts. Do you really think I'm a child? I have a very clear understanding of my own abilities, and your request is outrageous. Why don't you just ask me to steal the moon?"
