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Naomi Jefferson let out a long sigh as she ran her hands through her long black hair in frustration! 'Idiots! If this kid from the Empire really is a Junkmaster, then we need to take care of the threat!' She slammed her fist into the wall next to her as she glared at the floor. 'Why won't the Alliance's council give me the green light!'

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Naomi. You have to remember the fiasco that occurred when we mistook that fellow called Sentinel for being a Junkmaster." Michael Ballinger let out a soft smile as he looked at his subordinate. 

"Sir! Don't they understand what it means if the intelligence is true?" Naomi's face became twisted as she glanced sideways at him.