A rough journey, wasn't it?

There was no denying that the travel to Béziers wasn't a pleasant experience. But at the same time, there was no point in complaining about it. There was no reason to raise her voice about the cramped conditions, the shifting, bumpy route they were taking. Regardless of how uncomfortable it made her personally, none of it mattered.

Because it was their duty. They were here with a purpose.

And Flare was bound to her purpose. Unshakably so.

And as such, determining the fate of the Branch Office was chief in her mind. Any personal discomfort could be easily ignored. Were the personnel in danger, they would be rescued. This goal was in mind without any doubt in herself. She would pursue it to the end.

If they had sold out to a local conglomerate...

Disloyalty like that was unacceptable. She would pursue the capture of the traitorous personnel to the fullest.

Flare was often considered harsh and uncompromising, but in her mind this was the only way. Those who were disloyal and betrayed the trust of others earned nothing less than the fate of a traitor. To the Draco, there was no other way that one could be conducted. She couldn't accept traitors.

But hopefully, that was not the matter they would be dealing with here in Columbia. Hopefully, they would be sorting out whatever had cut off communications, be it sabotage or some sort of attack. Hopefully, they were on a rescue mission at worst.

"Were there any disturbances prior to the loss of communications?" asked Flare, when Wisteria prompted the operators, "Even if it doesn't appear obvious, there's a chance that even the smallest disturbance could be tied to the current situation."

[@Raineh Daze]