"Hehehe" Campanella couldn't help but giggle as he looked at the cameras he had just installed, little spying eyes he had been able to install without being detected, where did he install them? Well most were in the SSS building and the Thors Military Academy, a few more were spread through the whole city of Crossbell for good measure.
Why would he bother covering such a large range when Ouroboros already had agents in those areas? The official answer he gave to the other members was keep an eye on those areas in case their agents were busy, after all those places where highly relevant to their goals, of course the real reason was to keep an eyes on a few important individuals.
Two particularly dense teenage boys were the ones that really piqued his interest, Rean Schwarzer and Lloyd Bannings, last year each one of them had managed to do some remarkable achievements, enough to always keep a watching eye on them.
"I wonder how they would react to my little experiment?" a smirk appeared on Campanella's face as he looked at the red button in front of him, he playfully circled one of his fingers around the device, caressing its surface as he thought about what it could do, all the mayhem it could unleash.
Those little goody-two-shoes had somehow managed to interfere with Ouroboros plans in the past, he didn't doubt they could still be used as assets at some point, desperate times making strange bedfellows and all that, yet he wanted to see if those two and their friends were so efficient if they had to deal with... a little inconvenience.
"But how will they change? Who will they become?" the enforcer wondered as he started stroking his chin, there were too many possibilities, some funnier than others... maybe he will have to make some modifications to ensure the funnier results came to being... but that would delay the experiment, and that was simply unacceptable!
"Oh who cares about that! It'll be funny either way!" Campanella giggled once again as he slammed his hand down the button, then he got comfortable on his chair, placed his elbows on the table and pressed his hands on his cheeks as he awaited for the show to begging.
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