The medics and medevac corpsmen scrambled to carry Lieutenant Colonel Lintz and the fleet's deputy commander, Major Hausen, away, the blood on the ground covered by sand to prevent anyone from slipping. Hot-headed Lieutenant Paul stood on the port side, sticking out most of his body and loudly cursing the female relatives of the opponent, while not far behind, a ball of fire from an incendiary bomb was plummeting to the ground.
(This is troublesome...)
Rubbing his head vigorously, Pasiphael looked distressed.
When the cruiser with less-than-friendly intentions requested the fleet to stop for inspection, Lieutenant Colonel Lintz flatly rejected this highly suspicious demand and then ordered the fleet to raise its alert level. However, when they offered to board the ship for a routine check without stopping the vessel, the Lieutenant Colonel hesitated.
