Chapter 804: Washington D.C (20)
"What's the meaning of this, Race!"
"To request a full retreat without even completing the mission objectives in Washington D.C.? Are you out of your mind? Without a word to Talisman?"
"So?"
"...You're really not thinking straight. This matter will be formally reported to the higher-ups. Wait in your personal room. The military police will be here to escort you shortly."
"Interesting. Try it if you can."
Click!
Inside the Kestrel-Talisman Integrated Command Center, the operations control room.
With an ominous metallic sound, the partition walls of the operations room were closed, sealing off entry. Simultaneously, the operations officers who had been moving around the room froze in place. They sensed the unsettling atmosphere that suddenly filled the room.
But that wasn’t the end. These individuals were not just staff, but combatants as well, and the next moment, they aimed their pistols or rifles at Race. Even the two highest-ranking commanders of the Talisman Brigade had their pistols aimed at her.
A tense situation on the brink of explosion.
But then, a strange metallic sound echoed throughout the room, causing everyone to pause. The only person who understood that the sound came from the adjustment lever of a firearm was one person.
Race, as though nothing were amiss, leisurely walked around the room. Someone, seeing her relaxed demeanor, put their finger on the trigger and attempted to fire, but the trigger remained frozen, as though it were made of stone.