West Coast of the United States, Los Angeles, Hell Desire Bar in an underground garage, where music and dancing blend in a haze of lights—this is the location of the U.S. Supernova Team's Hell Squad division.
SawSaw Peterson was completely unaffected by his surroundings; his pale face was intently fixated on a laptop connected to an external device.
Next to him, Team Captain Howell popped open another beer, laughed heartily, and patted the curly-haired, gaunt-shouldered man: "Kid, don't be so tense, the battle's not starting anytime soon."
Peterson shook his head: "No, Captain, according to external calculations, the war will begin in less than 20 minutes."
Howell was taken aback: "Didn't they say two hours just a while ago? It's only been half an hour, right?"
Peterson said in a grave tone: "The opponent has advanced their mission progress again!"
