Quistis reappeared in the debriefing room with a large box. She opened it to reveal lots of wires and small devices.
"We're almost there. I want all of you to wear a tracer and a microphone. These are brand new, so don't even think of losing them or ruining them. I will stay here and monitor your progress." Everyone picked up one of each and placed them on their street clothing. As the vehicle docked, they all jumped off. Seifer drew out Hyperion and Marcos pulled out his double-edged lance aptly named The Ogre.
"I have a funny feeling about this, Marcos." Seifer said.
"Honestly, I do to…I read that Mordia is particularly peaceful."
"Permission to scan the area…Commander Strider." Seifer choked out.
(She just doesn't want me running off again…well watch this, bitch.)
"Permission granted." And with that, Seifer ran. Now, Mordia Garden officials were inside huge, lumbering metal behemoths known only as riot machines roaming the streets. Several of them tried to stop Seifer in his tracks, but he quickly sliced the machines and the officials into pieces. Several particularly large machines severely wounded him, but he luckily found the strength to inflict a No Mercy Limit Break on them and quickly found himself alone again. He checked his coat pockets. No GF's and no Potions. He was screwed, almost dead and alone.
**On the boat**
"What does Seifer think he's doing…" Quistis muttered.
"He asked to scan the area, Quistis. He's doing what he asked to do." Rinoa told her.
"No…you use Scan, not run around destroying giant pieces of machinery."
"He's racking up battle points, you must agree." Rinoa gave her the "you know I'm right" look. Quistis sat back in her chair.
"He shouldn't even be here."
"HE, Quistis, is doing more than any other cadet. He's risking his neck to protect his crew. He stopped moving. I think that's a signal to motion the crew."
"No. Wait until we get the cue from the 'scout'." It seemed like venom boiled in Quistis' mouth as the word 'scout' rolled off her tongue. Rinoa sat back.
**Note from Yours Truly**
I know that my editor was confused about the GF situation. I can explain easily…the GF's are like figurines when not used, so they can be carried around until they're used. Make sense now? Okay um, I'd like to thank the Posse for being here for me. Thanks ya'll.