[b]Ved[/b]
	He watched the aircraft disappear from sight, growling internally due to his failure. With his new title he would have more reign over the scientific development units, and he planned to have them begin working on an anti-bubble shield product as soon as he returned to base. He refused to ever be caught inside of one of those over-powered spheres again. As the bubble shield wore down he turned on his private radio, calling in a heat trace on an aircraft headed away from his location. [color=9e0b0f][i]I want to know where it's heading, and the second it touches down, I want a fighter fleet at it's location.[/i][/color] He ordered quickly, ignoring the affirmation of his order, and instead barking out another order. [color=9e0b0f][i]"Send a search team at my local, followed by a dozen Paladins. I want Every Non-Purge Operative captured, alive, but if necessary, fatal force is permitted. [/i][/color]