Agent 23 Chapter 4: Adequacy The decision was made, Tyler had found a valuable, yet unexpected ally, he never thought anyone on HexTech could share his same values and perspectives about the people they worked for. The two scientists were walking in the wide corridors of Prisma's main shopping mall, 'Cylinder', named after its odd shaped architecture, even for the city's standards, the place was heavily lighted by rows of white led lamps which made the white surface of the floor and the walls to stand out, they had thin, uneven paths of glowing blue water protected by transparent plastic, advanced aesthetic details that were practically at every corner of the mall. "Tyler, I know practically every clothing store here and I'm pretty sure none of them sells bodysuits." Clarissa stated. "Even 'Sporties'?" Tyler inquired. "Are you kidding? That store only sells junk." Clarissa opined. "Don't tell me we are heading there." "Yup." Tyler gestured at the store that was a few meters ahead, a big glowing sign with the store's name welcomed the customers. Clarissa lowered her shoulders just as her ears. "That's what I get for helping you." Tyler chuckled. "You can quit if you want." "Oh no, you aren't getting away from me that easily." Clarissa said, playfully hugging him. Tyler chuckled with a subtle blush on his face. "I had to try." Clarissa hit him gently. "Shut up." They both entered the store, its inside was decorated with dark blue minimalist ornaments, antique punk music set the place. 'Sporties' wasn't a big store but yet had lots of different products to offer, from jerseys of Prisma Football Club aka 'The Ocelots' to professional, six wheel skateboards. Tyler approached one of the employees, who wore a dark blue polo shirt with the store's logo as his workmates, along with a pair of black pants. "Hi, uhm, you guys got bodysuits?" The employee, who was a jaguar, raised his eyebrow at Tyler's question. "You know, uhm, the..." Clarissa intervened. "The ridiculous diver-like suits, you know?" The jaguar didn't say a word, he just kept his face straight and pointed backwards with his thumb. Tyler gave him a thankful smirk. "Thanks." He and Clarissa walked towards the abandoned, offer stuffed corner. "Ridiculous, really?" Tyler inquired. "The truth is the truth." Clarissa replied. Tyler sighed when being before the hanging suits. "Alright, then." He gestured at them with both hands, looking at Clarissa. "It's your call." Clarissa walked by him and started to slide the suits one by one, checking their designs first. "Rhombuses? Who makes these things?" She kept discarding, until she found a black bodysuit with pink, vertical lines on it. "What have we got here?" She unhung the suit and studied it, showing it to Tyler. "What you think?" Tyler scratched his chin, tilting his head a bit and nodding with approval. "Not bad." Clarissa raised an eyebrow. "Really?" She raised it to get a second thought, turning it a couple of times. "I don't know, maybe I should try it on. Just to be sure." Tyler was waiting for Clarissa a few steps away from the door of the changing room, patting the floor with his foot impatiently. "Now?" "For the tenth time...no." Clarissa replied. "I'm almost done, Tyler." "Come on, we still have t..." Tyler was interrupted when Clarissa opened the door suddenly. "So..." Clarissa had put on the bodysuit, she turned while checking the looks of herself then glared at Tyler. "...how do I look?" She smirked. Tyler was almost speechless, Clarissa looked far better than he thought she would, almost like if she had been taken out from a comic book. "Uhm...you..." He chuckled nervously, nodding and smirking at her. "You look...good." Clarissa chuckled, studying her looks on the mirror at her side. "I think the word you are looking for is...fantastic." Tyler laughed a bit. "Sure." "Hey, don't play sarcastic with me." Clarissa made up a glare of disagreement, grinning at him subtly, with both hands on her hips. "Oh, no, no I mean..." Tyler chuckled. "You really look fantastic." He smiled at her. Clarissa let out a brief laugh, glaring away and blushing a bit. "Thanks." She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "So, we take it?" "Of course we take it." Tyler responded with certainty. Tyler and Clarissa exited the store, she had put back on her previous outfit, carrying the bodysuit on the opaque white plastic bag she held. They were just walking, not sure on what to do next, specially Clarissa. "We should start with the antennas." Tyler said suddenly, as the silence between them was getting unbearable for him. Clarissa was glaring at the stores and the people of the mall. "Like, when?" "Well, the delivers are on their way." Tyler answered. "Maybe in one day or two." "Yes, we should begin with that." Clarissa said, with her glare still away from his. "Sure." Tyler exhaled, looking away from her for a moment. "So, uhm..." He tried to decipher her subtle yet clear look of wellbeing. "Shall we go, well, home or something?" Clarissa finally looked into his eyes. "You wanna go home, Tyler?" Tyler got thoughtful with her question, quite simple yet confusing for him at the moment. He just answered what his mind wanted to speak out. "No." Clarissa's smirk grew. "Okay." She looked at the front again. "I know a good place where we could have some dinner." She glared at him again. "Would you like that?" Tyler delayed a few moments to answer, then just looked at her with a smile of acceptance. "That sounds great, Clarissa."