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Sam's colleagues respectfully tells her the things mentioned. Beyond that, it is still noticeable that they don't want to say further.
As for the dictionary, she manage to find one online after sometime, though it appears to cost some cash to download it. If she choose to, it costs 2 Hub Credits.

A month passed without much incident, and you’re called by a senior officer to see him down at the indoor shooting range. There, he tells you that he wishes to see how your aim is for himself through a surprise practice. Looking at the target you’re given, this should be a fairly Demanding shot. Meanwhile, the officer leans back with his arms crossed, wearing a stern look.

At first, your shots were able to hit the target, which is the cutout shape of a person. Then, as if out of miraculous stroke of bad luck, your attempt at a head shot have resulted in not only the bullet missing, but it richochets off surface of the walls and redirects into the examining officer's arm! "Aargh! You... Were you trying to kill me?!" He spits as he grasps his bleeding arm.

The officer grunts as you fetch the first aid and wrap the wound in bandages. "Yeah, it sure is odd how that happens. But who knows if you could have preplanned it..."

The man nods his head, who then begins to blush. "I... ah, well. You see, I am tasked with investigating you. Not that I am paid to do so. But I am told you may be a liability to the company. Sorry if I am not as grateful as I should be for your help. I don't take kindly to potential traitors. But you're right, when you say it like that. It is incredibly unlikely for you to plan your assassination to be as bizarre as this. Perhaps the rumours are false after all."

Sam is able to pick up the details nice and closely. Her brain process putting together some underlying information about her situation. If her suspicion could be rated, it would be Level 3: "Your activities are undesirable". However, as the expression on the senior officer's face softens, she can tell it is reduced back to Level 2: "There is some suspicion."

Her job is not in immediate danger, but she can tell it won't be easy to remain long. Perhaps suggesting a way to prove her loyalty or innocence can she possibly gain a better standing.

For now, the Officer tells you that you can take a break from shooting practice as he goes off to take a smoke.

The officer think on this. Before he could reply, his mobile phone rings. "Hold on a minute... Yes? Um, what? Why? She... I think she can be trusted. Right now?"

After a couple of more words exchanged, he ends the call. "Looks like bad luck have struck. There is an emergency happening in one of our client's location. Normally, our field agents and technical specialists would be called over, but the site is near this shooting range, and requires response ASAP. The higher ups are going to ignore their distrust of you in order for you to help in this. It is hard to explain, but we should know what to do when we get there. You know how there are countless worlds out there? Some creatures in them like to break into ours, and so we shall respond with firearms until the trouble ends..." He says as he flicks away his cigarette and moves out with his handgun on his uninjured arm.

The two of you make haste out of the quiet shooting range. The complex leads out into a winding road that has a view of the sea towards the West. As you jog down the streets lined with shacks and lamp lights, you are approaching a bend besides a downhill row of trees.

"We will take this short cut. It should be a couple more minutes before we see the place. Besides, it's best that we don't leave traces of our movements. Since you will be accompanying me, I should let you know what we will be facing. Our client manages Warehouse Complex 3B, which is known for the storing and moving of items regarded as Off-Recursion antiques. Other than the risk of theft, our client might have to handle items that are more dangerous than they were told. That's where we come in to... remove any supernatural elements that would pose a safety hazard. We are not technically licensed to operate with magic, so this is a secret company service that we provide. If word leaks that we do this, all of us are in trouble." He gives Sam a stern winch.
"Anyways, accidents happen, and something like a bomb went off. Our men there are all dead, and the place is locked down. Strange creatures are seen by the surviving staff. It doesn't sound pretty, and we are told to eliminate the invading hostiles and control the situation before other groups may complicate our business."

As you break out of the trees, you see the sea again, with the fenced-up compound of several warehouse buildings facing the main shipping docks.

The Security Personel Managing Officer, whose name is displayed as Sgt. Leitnoff on his name tag, answers. "It is our mission. I haven't had gotten into a real gun fight for a long time, other than earlier this year when I came as reinforcement to defend against a small skirmish. If you know a better way to approach this, then I'm willing to listen, despite my senior rank. And yes, our problem is likely not human, but we can't fully rule that out."

The nearest compound is 3A, as Sgt. Leitnoff tells you. 3B is attached to the South of it. A number of people can be seen standing around confused as siren beeps and red flashes tells everyone that something dangerous is happening. There is a road that connects to the entrance gates to each of the compounds. You could attempt the entrance, which is quicker, but you will be seen by everyone. Or you could try to sneak in via the gated sides, which could be difficult, but can potentially avoid running into staff.