Petty Officer Augustus Magnusson Had been a little shaken since the incident . The incident being where ZAFT at pull what he thought was a pretty ballsy move and broke into ORB. He had no real proof but the attack was far too well planned and executed for it to be anything else. He thought he could prove his point if he had access to satellite imaging. He had hoped that he could watch the angles from where the GINNs came from and try to make a determination of where they came from. It was a long a shot but one worth taking a look at. In his mind this operation lasted too long to get clever with insertion. 

All he had right now was a map over an empty space in his wall. He plotted every which way he thought they could have gotten the GINNs on to make landfall. All in all he was up to twenty. This was all on based on nothing but pure speculation and what he would do. He was fixated on the idea of how the got in. He was fixated on the Blitz. In his mind it was his, all his and his alone. He wanted that mobile suite, he wanted to fight on this all new battlefield. He wasn't naive enough to think that the could easily get the post and if he was honest with himself he more than likely didn't belong there but that never stopped him before.

He stood at the once empty wall, now covered with a map and the map itself covered in different colored strings. He was done working on it for now. His mind was overburdened with fatigue. He needed sleep and if he was smart he would get some sleep. Yet, right now all he wanted was a drink and a smoke. He wanted it as much as ever, but he couldn't bring himself to drink. He took a deep breath and crawled into bed. The inquisition was coming. The who, what, when, where, and why was all going to be asked. It was going to happen again and again then, again. Those answers were looked over even more. 

He took solace in the fact that when he was needed, someone would come and get him. He hoped that if gave the right information he could keep the Blitz and finally get back into the field. He needed it in ways that he couldn't explain. Hopefully being able to say that he had been sober since the attack would go along way to his cause.