You're sitting on your stiff bunk in the Order's barracks, polishing the slide of your pistol and waiting (im)patiently for something interesting to happen. Unfortunately, that is a rare occurrence. A single fluorescent striplight, full of dead moths, fitfully flickers above you. Not much electricity to spare around here, obviously. Just about all of it is routed to the server room below.
Y'know, this whole "underground resistance" thing isn't quite as grand 'n glorious up in here as you had hoped. Especially after Vergil gave everyone that "we are all that stands between oppression and humanity" speech. Inspiring stuff. Girls were all swooning (some guys too). But the past few days have been... boring.
You put an earphone on, and turn on your music player.
Boredom. Well, that's to be expected. After all, you're at the lowest rung of the ladder in your branch of the Order. And that branch just happens to be...
A. Armed and unarmed combat, close and long range. B. Hacking, surveillance, cryptography, and fraud. C. Propaganda, blackmail, deception and recruiting. D. Demonic and alchemic study and research. E. Hey man, I just live here.
"Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth..." - Khalil Gibran