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Private Kain Fuery burst into the room, Sergeant Vato Falman close behind. Fuery adjusted his glasses back into place with a look that nearly approached panic.
"Lieutenant Colonel, sir! You need to see this!" He practically shouted, "There's something lighting up the CBA!"
Mustang grit his teeth. This was an exceedingly bad time for an interruption. He almost considered waving them off, so that he could ensure that Ohm Zui would be working in a way that didn't cause any problems. But he knew Fuery wasn't one to raise the alarm out of turn.
"Damn it! Falman, wait here with our friend, maybe you can compare notes about their experiences with the Unmaking. Second Lieutenant, with me." He spoke in rapid turn, moving swiftly out of the office, with Hawkeye and Fuery in tow.
They strode swiftly through the halls back towards the workshop where Fuery had managed to incubate the remains of Mustang's temporary scanner. It hadn't been intended to last longer than a few hours in this state, but Fuery had preserved it enough to keep his access line to the Crystal Ball Array open. Far better to use this device than to try to access it from any of their more trackable terminals, at least until the higher ups acknowledged the Array's existance with an official stance. Mustang's eyes darted across the screen as he read the chat room's correspondence of anonymous Markovians. A sudden attack on a sparsely populated sector in the south west side of the city... People were claiming it wasn't zoids, and apparently there had been no noted disturbances of the energy barrier.
...If he could believe the user that claimed to be a worker in the central power station that maintained the energy shield, that was. Mustang stood up and ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. The Crystal Ball Array was an extremely dangerous tool, despite all the potential benefits it presented at first brush. This person was either lying to everyone in the midst of a crisis for the sake of their own boredom, or they were willing to divulge highly classified information to a group of people who's only reference was a claimed desire to protect the city from destruction.
"Private, has there been any indication of this attack from official channels?" He asked, leaning back down to search for any further bits of useful information amidst the chatter. Fuery shook his head.
"No sir. We've yet to receive any information regarding this attack from the military."
"So either they're covering it up, or they don't know the attack has happened yet." Mustang mused. He glanced to Second Lieutenant Hawkeye, She seemed to consider for a moment then gave a nod of agreement. Mustang's mouth twitched into the faintest of smiles, then he turned to Fuery.
"Right, keep your eyes on the situation. I want to know the *second* that we get any official information on this attack. The Second Lieutenant and I will check the scene discreetly."
"Sir." Fuery saluted, as Mustang turned to leave, heading towards the vehicle bay. Hawkeye followed shortly behind him. Mustang straightened his overcoat with a smirk.
"Time to see if we can trust the autonomous collective."
"Lieutenant Colonel, sir! You need to see this!" He practically shouted, "There's something lighting up the CBA!"
Mustang grit his teeth. This was an exceedingly bad time for an interruption. He almost considered waving them off, so that he could ensure that Ohm Zui would be working in a way that didn't cause any problems. But he knew Fuery wasn't one to raise the alarm out of turn.
"Damn it! Falman, wait here with our friend, maybe you can compare notes about their experiences with the Unmaking. Second Lieutenant, with me." He spoke in rapid turn, moving swiftly out of the office, with Hawkeye and Fuery in tow.
They strode swiftly through the halls back towards the workshop where Fuery had managed to incubate the remains of Mustang's temporary scanner. It hadn't been intended to last longer than a few hours in this state, but Fuery had preserved it enough to keep his access line to the Crystal Ball Array open. Far better to use this device than to try to access it from any of their more trackable terminals, at least until the higher ups acknowledged the Array's existance with an official stance. Mustang's eyes darted across the screen as he read the chat room's correspondence of anonymous Markovians. A sudden attack on a sparsely populated sector in the south west side of the city... People were claiming it wasn't zoids, and apparently there had been no noted disturbances of the energy barrier.
...If he could believe the user that claimed to be a worker in the central power station that maintained the energy shield, that was. Mustang stood up and ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. The Crystal Ball Array was an extremely dangerous tool, despite all the potential benefits it presented at first brush. This person was either lying to everyone in the midst of a crisis for the sake of their own boredom, or they were willing to divulge highly classified information to a group of people who's only reference was a claimed desire to protect the city from destruction.
"Private, has there been any indication of this attack from official channels?" He asked, leaning back down to search for any further bits of useful information amidst the chatter. Fuery shook his head.
"No sir. We've yet to receive any information regarding this attack from the military."
"So either they're covering it up, or they don't know the attack has happened yet." Mustang mused. He glanced to Second Lieutenant Hawkeye, She seemed to consider for a moment then gave a nod of agreement. Mustang's mouth twitched into the faintest of smiles, then he turned to Fuery.
"Right, keep your eyes on the situation. I want to know the *second* that we get any official information on this attack. The Second Lieutenant and I will check the scene discreetly."
"Sir." Fuery saluted, as Mustang turned to leave, heading towards the vehicle bay. Hawkeye followed shortly behind him. Mustang straightened his overcoat with a smirk.
"Time to see if we can trust the autonomous collective."