Through a barely lit corridor could be seen a man wearing a black and red uniform walking with hurried steps.
In his left hand was a screen terminal as he moved toward the end of the corridor where he needed to meet someone urgently.
He was sweating profusely, a sign of anxiety that the person carried. And the source of apprehension was stored inside the terminal which he was holding.
The two men who just walked out of the door raised their brows,
"Debroski~why do you look so pale?" On the left was a black-bearded man who raised his hand and greeted the advancing person.
The other one also seemed a bit taken aback at how much the walking person sweated, ushering him to ask, "What happened?"
The man, Debroski, paused and greeted them,
"Sir Shin, Sir Mike, good evening. The matter is severe so I decided to bring it to high command."
