[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Alexander Kherol[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
[b][color=green]"Yes sir. Though I believe he'll be heading for you soon enough."[/color][/b] The captain nodded. As he just opened the door and was half a step out of Alexander's office, the young man in question was already in front of him, still look expressionless and robotic as ever. It was initially a little awkward for the captain the first time he met the man, but now he had gotten used to such things, and now sometimes he even poked fun about it with him, off-duty of course and with respect. It was a common theme among the Royal Guards, and even though some took it a little too seriously, the Rau've veteran couldn't help but admire their spirit. It was thanks to exactly that that the Royal Guards earned the fearsome reputation that they had today. 

[b][color=green]"Please."[/color][/b] The captain courteously held the door for Kotaro as both stepped into the room. [b][color=green]"And Madame."[/color][/b] Followed right after by the grand admiral's personal secretary, with a nice hot meal especially for him. 

[b][color=6ecff6]"Thank you Pallas for your hard work. I'd find it very necessary tonight."[/color][/b] Alexander politely nodded to his secretary as he let her near the desk to place her meal. It was surely tempting to dig in, the smell of chicken breast, just fresh from the ovens. But now, he had two gentlemen to brief. 

[b][color=6ecff6]"I assume you've been informed of the situation at hand. Then make yourself at home for now."[/color][/b] He gestured the two men, and Pallas too if she wanted to, toward the armchairs at the side of the room. He was pretty sure that today would be quite a long day for all of them. [b][color=6ecff6]"So far, we've received nothing of both the recovery team and the provocateurs at the area. It's quite a rare occurrence that both of them would be in radio silence at the same time. Radio jamming is a pretty certain, but the reason why, me and Captain Fredrov here is still making hypothesizes. If you have any, we'd love to hear it."[/color][/b] 

[b][color=green]"Do you think Agent Snow is planning something behind our backs sir?"[/color][/b]

[b][color=6ecff6]"Anyone can. Not just Snow."[/color][/b] Alexander said. [b][color=6ecff6]"He is...a rather mysterious individual from my perspective."[/color][/b]

Just as the admiral made his comment, a notification popped up from his table. A radio contact. From...

[b][color=6ecff6]"Speak of the devil. I'd love to hear his report."[/color][/b]

It was actually him. His voice was unmistakable. But there was discrepancy. Mainly in the radio frequency. This isn't a personal radio. This is the radio usually found in a starfighter. Why is he using that instead of his own? 

[b][color=6ecff6]"Is that so?[/color][/b] Alexander replied, his brows lifted in curiosity, yet all Snow would hear is a deep chilly voice. [b][color=6ecff6]"Hmm, I'm not so sure myself. Not until I can have an explanation why the soldiers at the Circle of Hell do not give a single signal back to us for the last nine minutes."[/color]

Alexander looked at the captain, seemingly asking him for confirmation. He complied immediately, trying to contact those at the Circle of Hell, but to no avail. The result was a light shake of his head. 
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