The True Face of the Military

"They told you not to!" she called shrilly as she continued her point at Gustave, before she suddenly gasped, bringing up her hands to her face. "Wait wait, why would they do that?" she added, not really following whatever Logic had been initiated at that time. "Don't they want to know?"

Gustave lifted a hand in defense from the girl's sudden rush of words upon him, the man smiling kindly as he watched her. "You are not incorrect in your words, my dear. But I do not have an answer for you. I have been curious but I do not know if they already have the information they seek or what their reasons may be. But we have not yet heard anything at this time. As such, I am afraid I do not have an answer to give to you."

At this, the whole group fell silent, and Wes realized how lucky it was that, of all the people they'd run into, it had been Gustave that they had. He had a feeling that some of the others may not have been so forgiving to their thoughts and their attempts to figure out what was going on here, and would have either sent them back, or perhaps even disciplined them.

After a few moments, Wes looked back to Gustave then, the rather forward tone falling to the wayside a bit as he watched the man's expression. "So are you saying that you would like us to go and to check things out, without actually requesting it of us?" he asked, mostly wanting to see if he coudl figure out what Gustave's goal in all of this was.

"You could just let us go, dude. If you want to know what's going on over at the Wall, we can figure it out and report back," Jay offered, the man rolling his shoulders in a slight shrug.

Sasha sighed, smacking Jay lightly on the shoulder. "No, we can't do an official report, dipshit. He and probably Major Ellen have already been told that they're not allowed to investigate. He can't tell us to go, at least not officially. Do you know how to use that brain of yours or do all the muscles constrict it?" she asked, her words lacking their usual sharpness in light of this sudden revelation.

"Ah-ha, Sasha's words are as well, quite correct. I cannot charge you all to investigate this. But I have also not been expressly forbidden from allowing you to do so, either." The man seemed to think to himself for a long moment, before he nodded. "I will make my usual rounds. I will be at your camp within two or three hours, give or take. I will expect you to be there," the man spoke evenly before he began to move past them, having considered his warning to them to be all that would be required of him.

Wes watched the fellow go, a mixture of appreciation and annoyance both on his features as the old fellow merely continued on his way without any care in the world. "So he's just going to let us go?" he asked aloud, looking to the others for backup.

"That seems to be the case, yes," John answered, frowning slightly as he looked at the old fellow's retreating back, Gustave rather lazily making his way around the edge of the various camps that were setup. "Although the fact that he is aware of the danger but not stopping us is a little distressing," he admitted, mostly thinking out loud to himself.

"He cannot... offer support... without being more... aware of this... situation," Theodore mused under his breath, but with the quiet of the night, his words came quite clearly to the rest of them. "Hence he must... have no connection... at all."

Sasha cursed, the vulgarity earning a small giggle from Evie as the beauty turned her gaze onto Wesley. "Well what's your plan, fearless leader? We still going or what? We basically have permission from the higher ups, so if we want to go, now's the best time," she spoke, setting a hand on her hips in a rather aggressive and defiant stance both, as if daring him to go against her.

Wesley glanced back out toward the city, his eyes narrowing. Nothing had really changed, had it? Gustave had been willing to turn a blind eye to them going out there, so that meant, at least as far as Wesley was concerned, that they weren't going to get into trouble for this. At least, he reasoned, as long as they were back before Gustave came to check on their respective camps.

"Nothing's changed," he spoke aloud after a moment of consideration as he stared back evenly at Sasha, before his gaze flickered to the rest of them. "The same plan stays in effect. We're just on a time table now. We had previously considered a time limit before so we weren't too exhausted for Basic Training tomorrow, but now we just have a hard limit on the time."

Evie lifted both hands up in a wave, causing Wes to turn his gaze to her, his eyebrow raising slightly- a wordless invitation to speak. "Hey! I think I can help keep the time too! Check this out!" she spoke, before she summoned one of the puppets that were part of her Summon(Many, Weak) skill, the thing looking more like a four-legged footstool than anything dangerous. But on its back, or perhaps the seat, was what looked like a clock.

At that, John let out a small, almost startled sound. "That's impressive. Have you learned to start Shaping your Summons already?" he asked, mostly interested in learning what she'd done and how she'd done it- especially given the fact that they'd only had their Skills now for a little over a day. To have that much control over them was rather impressive.

"Yep! Gustave had been helping me learn how to do it while Wesley was messing around with everyone else yesterday," she spoke with a proud grin, setting her hands on her hips.

Wes blinked. That was right. While he was learning with Sasha and Jay, at the very beginning, to use his Devour Energy skill to be able to fake his way through the Framework Training, Evie had been happily chatting with Gustave about his Summon that he had made to look like a Beast. "Wow. Nice job, Evie," he admitted, causing the girl to lift up both hands in a cheer.

"So we going or what, dude? Time's tickin'. Kinda literally now," Jay commented as he nodded toward where Evie and her Summon was.

Wes nodded. "Yeah. We've got two hours at minimum. Let's go check out the Wall. Here, I'll make it quicker on us," he said, and the others nodded as Wes began to compress space for them, allowing the group of six to travel faster as they made their way back to where they'd been attacked earlier this same day, regardless of the dangers that may lay in wait for them.