Whatever manner of excitement Vaiga or Hilda shared towards their home world had all but curled beneath his iron command. They thought it stupid, foolhardy even, yet as they appeared off the coast of Mount Fuji, each of them was overcome by a strange sensation coiling around the nape of their neck as some intangible countdown began to run.
Hilda was furious beyond words, raising her palm high at the sight of the military arm gunman outside the rift. Several Drones poised for action pointed their Railguns toward the duo, measuring the microexpressions.
One wrong move, and they would fire without regard for intention.
It had taken over an hour for their identities to be confirmed before being shipped off in a star cruiser to the nearest military base to be debriefed. The same could not have been said for Cedric, who'd whisked through the army before they had proper time to call in reinforcements.
