A few of the high-standing MBO officials were holographic projections since they couldn't attend the meeting in person.
But it was quite obvious that this was an important meeting since Gustav was involved.
"Revoke his MBO title," One of them voiced out as it would seem the meeting had already begun.
"There's no definite proof that he's the culprit," Another one voiced out.
-"The witnesses say he transformed into the dark and reddish creature from the reports that was seen floating above the places that were destroyed,"
-"That power level is bordering on peak Delta and beginning Beta… According to the stats, he's supposed to be a Falcon ranked,"
-"It simply doesn't make sense that a first-year Cadet would be able to perform a feat that even veteran Officers would be unable to,"
-"He still needs to be brought in for questioning. The world government demands answers."
-"He has been declared missing even though he's supposed to be in the city… That's enough proof enough that he is deeply involved in this incident. An innocent person wouldn't hide,"
The officials argued back and forth as a side stood on the theory that Gustav would not be able to perform such a feat since he was still a cadet, while the other side was sure he was deeply involved if not responsible, which was tarnishing the image of the MBO.
It became a debate on whether or not to revoke his MBO title and how to find him. The MBO still had its methods, but to actualize some methods, harsh decisions would have to be made.
A middle-aged-looking man with a double-tipped green arrow tattoo on his chin area along with a long green-braided hair in the middle of his head was at the front of the table.
This happened to be the most important position around the table.
However, he still hadn't said a word yet and kept listening to the others argue.
-"I suggest we implement the life sign tracking apparatus and find him instantly,"
-"You know what the side effects are… Is anyone willing to negate it for him, or are we just going to let him suffer it when we are not sure if he is truly responsible for the incident?"
-"Tough situations require tough measures,"
"Hmm,"
The whole place quietened the instant the middle-aged man with the one strand of green braid made a loud hmm.
Everyone turned to face him since they could tell he was about to say something.
"Has his mentor been informed yet?" The man questioned.
"Young Miss Aimee is currently on a mission, so I don't think she has been informed," One of them answered.
"It has only been four days since the incident. No drastic steps shall be taken yet," The man voiced out.
"Yes, Great Commander Merbuis," Every Official in the vicinity answered in unison.
"Deploy a squad of special agents to Burning Sands City with scout-related bloodline abilities to find him. One more week of searching and sending out warnings for him to turn himself in should be enough leniency. After that, drastic actions can be taken if he still chooses to remain hidden," Grand commander Merbuis stated with a strong tone.
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"Also, inform his mentor," He added while standing to his feet and turning around to leave.
'I'll like to see how the young Miss will react to this,' He said internally while leaving the room.
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-Vehical City
In a city surrounded by a wall of blue clouds, the streets were peaceful and bustling with activity just as a city would.
Vehical city was known for its interspace travel stations. If one wanted to travel out of the earth and wasn't rich enough to afford to go through MBO means, Vehical city was the place to visit.
Lots of people who wished to migrate out of the planet or just wanted to visit other planets on expeditions made use of Vehical city a lot.
Although the organizations that owned space stations in Vehical city were licensed, making it legal, some people still wouldn't travel with them even though it was cheaper.
One of the reasons was there were rumors of the organizations using spacecraft that hadn't been well-serviced or having some kind of engine issues.
This made some people skeptical about coming here to travel out of the planet since they didn't want to get stuck in space due to spacecraft engine failure.
Nevertheless, people who had no choice would still come here.
Presently, Miss Aimee was in a part of this city.
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Within a space station take-off ground, Miss Aimee could be seen holding onto the neck of an eight feet tall and buff man as she floated in mid-air, right beneath the engine area of a massive spacecraft.
This spacecraft looked similar to two disks placed side by side, silver in color but looking a bit worn out. It was the size of a ten-story building.
"Red Shadow, on the count of three, start the engine," She voiced out with a cold tone.
"Roger that," Red Shadow's voice resounded in her ear even though he wasn't there.
The man whose neck was being held onto tightly shook in fright as he tried freeing himself from Miss Aimee's grasp, all to no avail.
"Since you want to do this the hard way, then why not… Just know that the blast and temperature from the engine of a spacecraft when it is about to start is enough to disintegrate you in a manner of seconds, but I will still remain unaffected. Well, of course, you know this since you own this establishment anyways," Miss Aimee stated with an unbothered tone.
"Please, I've told you everything I know," The man shouted out with a fearful look.
"Not enough… Tell me more," Miss Aimee stated.
"I don't know anything else," He answered with a pleading tone.
"1…" Miss Aimee began counting down.
"Please, I swear that's as much information as I know… He really didn't tell me much,"
"2…" Miss Aimee kept counting down.
"No, please no, I have a family," The man kept shouting out.
"I don't care…" Miss Aimee responded with a death glare before adding, "3…."