The sun rises from the eastern horizon, peeling off the shadows left by the night from the walls of Yagami High School. The school ground is devoid of life, and everything seem to be in a standstill. The only signs of movement are from the slight rustling of fallen leaves, dust, and other little things careless enough to be blown away softly by the wind.

Vacation has embraced the world again.

"BUZZT!!!"

A loud buzzer broke the serene atmosphere, and echoed throughout the empty halls. From the source of the sound, two figures can be seen standing within the remaining shadows of the topmost floor in one of the buildings.

"You're caught. That's it for today." said the one of the figures. The voice was serious, calm, and feminine.

"But isn't that a bit unfair? You said that there were 64 cameras." reasoned the other in an annoyed, but respectful masculine tone.

"65. Our profession expects the unexpected and adjusts accordingly to the given scenario." replied the female figure.

"And their buzzers are too sensitive. I merely took a peek before going in and it went off." complained the male figure.

"It's as good as being seen." answered the female as she took off a small camera from one of the small corners. "Infrared is infrared."

"Sure, sure. If you say so." said the male figure as he shook his head and walked closer to the other person. "But I still don't get it. I was told that we have the same specialty, that's why I was assigned by the organization as your apprentice. Then here you are, making me go through all these sneaking and infiltration exercises. Shouldn't you be teaching me how to ma-"

"BUZZT!" rang the buzzer loudly as he took a step closer.

"Oops, 66. Now is not the time to teach you that. It's summer after all." replied the female, in a somewhat amused tone as she took off the camera that buzzed the moment before. "What's more important is that we do something about your name."

"Huh?"

"You don't expect our classmates to call you 'puppeteer' when the term starts, right?"

"Oh...right."

"Peter."

"Who?"

"P-e-t-e-r. I just took off the excess letters from your codename." explained the female as she zipped her backpack full of micro cameras, and slugged it at her back.

"Wow, that name sounds so cool." replied the male figure dryly, but the other person had already started making her way down the stairs.

Puppeteer (or Peter) just stood on the spot and sighed as he heard the footsteps below fading away. After a few moments, he turned his eyes towards the window and to the ground below, where he saw the female figure currently leaving the building and making her way towards the gate. A slight grin curled in his lip as he opened one of the windows and pointed his finger at the walking figure as if it were a gun.

"Takano-san, someday...someday..." he whispered to himself as he pretended to fire off a shot, his arm flung upwards due to the imaginary recoil.

"BUZZZZZZZZTTTT!!!"

"What the..?" Peter exclaimed as he noticed a small camera glued to the outside wall, placed high enough to exactly catch his arm in its infrared sensors when it "recoiled" upwards. His cellular phone started to vibrate - he just received a text message:

"67. My mistake." was all it said. Peter frowned slightly as he placed his cellphone back in his pocket and started to make his way down the stairs.