Brandon left the office not long after.
Outside, the compound was quieter than before, although soldiers and vehicles were still moving through the area.
The clouds above Silverpeak looked clearer than the ones he usually saw over Grefort. There was still plenty left to do in the city, but tonight had at least given them somewhere to start.
The four DASFs waiting near the Guardians regrouped around him as he returned to the three APCs.
Brandon approached the middle vehicle and climbed inside. The rear ramp closed behind him.
His communicator rang before the Guardian could move.
"Southern Watcher Six to Southern Command."
"Come in, Southern Watcher Six."
"Sir, we picked up several contacts approaching our position earlier."
"From the MDC?"
"Most likely. No direct contact. We shifted a patrol toward their direction and they pulled back."
"They're probably snooping around."
Brandon gave it some thought and could understand why.
