Abora's outpost had a clear chain of command, and a Lieutenant stood on top of it. The place also had many soldiers busy with different tasks, but a good chunk of them had left their posts and had gathered in a control room to keep track of the outside scanners.
The Lieutenant in charge, a bald and burly middle-aged man, inspected the various screens on the wall, but nothing specific happened. The scanners only recorded rain and the forest immersed in it.
"How long has he been out there?" The Lieutenant asked without diverting his gaze from the screens.
"Six hours, sir," Derek replied. "Two hours since it started raining."
"And what's your professional opinion?" The Lieutenant wondered. "Should we send probes?"
"Lieutenant Monton," Derek called before lowering his head. "If he is dead, the Feicox wouldn't have left much of him."
"We are still talking about a Captain," Lieutenant Monton cursed, "A Captain in bed with the Solodrey family."
