Strategic Meeting (1)

"Quakestrike, can you hear me?" Those words came from Erik's helmets built-in radio device.

"Yes, sir."

"Where the hell are you?" Momentum said. It was clear he was enraged since Quakestrike left his position.

"Sorry, sir. I got words of people spotting the target nearby and went investigating."

"Are you out of your mind?! I told you not to act alone! That guy is extremely dangerous! You were in that room with the rest of us, yet you still think you can fight him alone?"

"It won't happen again, sir," Erik said, faking any hint of remorse. Yet, beneath his facade, he remained indifferent to the reprimand. He wasn't the real Quakestrike, after all.

Momentum let out a weary sigh, his frustration palpable even through the device. It was clear Quakestrike wasn't new to this kind of behavior.

"Nevermind, come back to the Villa. We are going to have a strategic meeting with those bastards from Etrium's mercenary guild. Don't be late."