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The operation was proceeding smoothly. Indeed, within mere minutes of the initial landing, MFF forces had already made contact with Goomie’s prisoners. All of this and more were relayed back to the commanding officer; and the good professor could already see this operation closing soon. All that was left was to root out Goomie herself, flush her out of her hiding hole. Kusanagi observed the screens idly from command, noting the swift progress. But her sight was not completely on the MFF. She had confidence the troops had some semblance of common sense among them to do their job and get it right this time.

No, her eyes were set on Terrorkeat. Having the bird brought to the field, she studied the GMG’s reactions and body language like a hawk. A black dot filled in one of her ears and, if any of the scrambling officers bothered to pay attention, they’d hear noise coming from the other end of the transmitter, directly patched to the cameras trained on Terrorkeat. There was, after all, reason why the bird was reacting the way she was. As thoughtless as the GMGs were, they were still animals to be studied and, possibly, controlled to mitigate their behavior and damages. But those were all lofty goals for the future. For now, she watched and waited.

Indeed, there was something new in the island’s air that only another GMG could sense. A wave of frequency only picked up by Terrorkeat and Goomie was what was prevailing in the air. The beat and frequency of it, initially picked up back in Center City, was now even stronger on the island. However, the source seemed directed more towards Terrorkeat than Goomie, though more than likely it would have drawn out both. It almost sounded like a voice to the bird, a familiar one at that. Whatever her reaction may be, it would be recorded and noted by Kusanagi.

As the MFF soldiers began the tedious process of transporting the captured civilians, a tremor unfelt by humans passed through the island. Indeed, Akane, Terrorkeat, and Goomie would feel it well, rattling through their cores. There was little doubt to them; a new GMG was roaming around somewhere on the island, unseen and unheard. Specifically unseen, as something gently scraped against Terrorkeat’s cage, despite there being nothing at large or at present. To the human eye, it looked as if the wind was rustling the metal, and yet….Kusanagi narrowed her sights and opened a line of communication.

[color=00aeef]“McNair. How’s the weather down there,”[/color] she asked casually. [color=00aeef]“Oh? Fair skies and no winds? I see. No winds at all.”[/color] Her gaze hardened over on Terrorkeat’s screen. [color=00aeef]“….set your weapons to stun. Why? Oh, just a hunch. You know how I am with hunches. Now that’s an order.”[/color]
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