Zell really didn't understand how one simple mission could turn into something so clusterfucked. Factions and resistance movements popped up over night and put a huge kink into his plans.
He was suppose to be meeting up with a particular blonde in a couple hours but the mission was like a snarled ball of yarn. The more you pulled, the more it came unraveled with extra bits attached. Right now, the martial artist just wanted to find a pair of scissors and cut out the offending parts, just to go home and try to make up for being kept away.