-Rebirth of the Guardians – the long awaited sequel to chapter 1

Chapter 2 – The war for the gale stone

-Disclaimer- this is my own 'history' of the zoids continent, Tom and Reddy are my characters and the long awaited sequel/prequel are mine. Feel free to take the 'history' that I use without directly crediting me, but I would like to be asked about the characters.

The disclaimer is pretty much the same as last time. (Actually copied from the last chapter in its entirety, I'm lazy)

Oh as an aside I plan to add little 'historical' tidbits at the end and/or beginning of each chapter to help provide context.

-Begin-

A group of eighteen land based zoids crawled uneasily forwards. Two gustavs at the center with some cargo on them and one black reddler set the pace for the group. That and they were waiting for the recon reddler to return and give a report on whether any enemies were ahead. They were in the territory of the 'ghost fox' and official reports had the ghost fox taking out groups of fifteen zoids on multiple occasions. He was the single most wanted zoid/pilot on the hit list of any faction in the war not allied with the guardian force.

The commander of the squad was not one who was afraid of a ghost of any sort, ignoring the blatantly obvious allegiance of this one.& He knew who in the squad was afraid of this mystery command wolf for being a ghost however. And with all the constant tension he had to relax his guys. It was time to try and make a joke or two. "Hey Kepler!" Kepler being the soldiers name.

"Yes serge?"

"I heard that you're the type who's afraid of ghosts." There was no response. "That was a question!" The sergeant barked.

"Sorry sir. Well sir, I am a believer in the supernatural."

"Tell me were you afraid of the boogey man, the monster in the closet or any of that when you were a kid."

"Well, sir. Honestly that's private."

"Kepler, be honest I was too at a young age."

"Yes sir."

"Now you got over your fear, correct, even though you may think any of those could be real to some extent."

"Yes."

"So isn't this 'ghost fox' just a scaled up boogey man?"

"Sir?"

"Answer me kepler."

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Aren't we all beyond being afraid of the boogey man at our age's men?" Several men shouted over the inter com. Two women grunted. "And ladies." The women still did little.

-Meanwhile a ways away-

"Do you guys hear what this guy is saying?" Tom said as he turned up his radio volume as the sergeant went into more stuff about the boogey man and whatnot. "What a load of stupid crap. The boogey man. Silves can you handle being put at that level?"

"Hardly, unless I was drunk."

"You're too young to get drunk legally."

"More my case."

"Touché. Well dual under agedness aside shall we ambush em'?" Tom looked back at the supporting group of zoids he had gotten. Two maximum arms gunsnipers. Two light arms gunsnipers an iron Kong, a peteras, four command wolfs and four cannon tortoises. Receiving a general yes Tom grinned, "This'll be a helluva lotta fun." As he quickly set off into the lowlands and the other zoids went to the highlands.

-Meanwhile with the other zoid convoy-

Having gotten stuck in a canyon was not an ideal situation for the raid leader. He had been waiting for the recon that still had yet to come. The zoid being out was fine. But not reporting in was bad. Finally when they had a bottleneck pass at their rear the black reddler returned. His message was coming in garbled. "Zoid…ah… be…ful…Wha…doing…fools!!!" Then the black reddler was shot down. It careened into the group. Then a green command wolf came barreling down the canyon.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Was the solitary cry that could be heard as the entire convoy stopped dead. Then the Gatling gun on the command wolfs back began to turn.

"He's going to fire blast him!!!" The sergeant commanded as he pressed the trigger himself. The Gatling guns bullet hail took out the sergeant's iron Kong first.

"It's the ghost fox!" Came the cry from Kepler. He was the only other one to who focused effort was applied in the targeting of. His gunsniper quickly was riddled with bullets. Both Kepler and the Sergeant were killed in the hail of fire.

Then the Gatling gun began to move from side to side even as the command wolf dodged the fire that was blasted at him. Just before the command wolf went straight down the center of the formation it turned on its boosters managing to avoid the enemy fire. Then the zoid went through the bottleneck and kept on going for a few hundred meters until sliding to a stop.

The generally beaten convoy stayed still, guns trained on the bottleneck in the canyon. When several minutes passed and no blur passed by spewing bullets someone took control. "I want a report of the injured and dead pilots and the damaged zoids and rough repair status. I'll get out and check on the command wolf, I want verbal reports to me." The man got out. He went to the bottleneck and looked out. When he saw the distance he breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, he could never hit me from there. But I wonder why he stopped."

-Meanwhile-

Tom perked up slightly from an extreme slouch. "It looks like some guys are moving. Should I shoot at them?" Tom looked back over his shoulder at john who now was watching red blips on a digital map of the area.

"At this distance, I doubt even you could make it."

"Damn. You're right… Again… And I'm the one with the good track record." Tom slouched. "How long is it now?"

"I said fifteen minutes three minutes ago take a guess."

"Eighteen?"

"No."

"Damn." Tom looked at the bottleneck ready to fire if anything big moved.

Meanwhile the guy in command had the reports. "This is not good. Five pilots dead. Eight zoids damaged beyond immediate repair. Five with cockpits gone entirely. Almost all of us are damaged in some sense. And the serge is dead too. I think once that zoid goes we'll have to turn back. Men start repairing what's repairable. Focus on the legs we need to get away fast once that guy leaves." That was the last thing the guys heard before the cannon tortoise shells whistled into the canyon.

The ambush was a complete success. No-one was left alive. The zoids were annihilated. Only the gojulas's and one reddler survived.

Tom was the first on site after the fact. "This is a mess." Tom sighed. Over the radio that was what he said, his thoughts were far more sympathetic however. Poor guys, never saw any of it coming. "Idiots. A raid force is small and speedy not big and cumbersome." Tom scanned the wreckage. "Hey John, does that reddler look serviceable." Tom then heard the seal on the canopy release. John got out and ran towards the reddler.

"Wow." Was the first thing said by john's mouth. "I tell you this must be god's handiwork. This zoid is in the very middle of it all and doesn't have a single scratch. Either this zoid is blessed or it has the devils luck."

Tom looked at the black reddler. It was a decent zoid all in all. The fact that the paint wasn't even scratched was a bonus, although it probably would have to be re-painted to the green of the command wolf. "We'll have to see if we can get it. Even my command wolf can't go forever."

"You don't mean you think that you actually might get damaged at some point do ya?" John said with a sarcastic tone as he began a climb to the cockpit.

"That's hardly the case. I just think my command wolf may get some wear and tear eventually that's all." Tom got out himself as he manually checked for ids. The least favorite aspect of his working in a group, and one of the key reasons he tried to avoid it, was trying to find papers for the dead. Not that it was likely to find any papers in this mess. Even the small bit's of the gojulas's canopy was damaged from the explosions. He scanned visually walking around trying to identify something. Meanwhile John had hooked up a small device to the computer of the black reddler.

"The third strike battalion…" He trailed thinking of the unit list that he had in his mind. "Never heard of it." John muttered as he began to cross reference it with known data from the Guardian force mainframe. "Seems to be a heavy strike task force primarily deployed into larger battles. The leader has been in the group since day one, he has almost a 50/50 win loss record." I'll have to send the data over once we get a transmitter better than the one that your command wolf has over there." As if on cue the iron Kong dropped down into the valley. "And here it is. Just need the last little bits of data and… Done."

Meanwhile Tom had actually located some papers, along with a dead body, but he ignored that as best he could for the time being. Meanwhile he was reading the papers. Not skipping a single word. He marked out the identification parts and placed papers for the two closest dead people at his left. But he became steadily absorbed in the papers as he came to the task force's mission.

-Log/Mission creation-

-To be sealed until the arrival at strategic point theta-

Members of the third strike battalion, it has come to the attention of the Zenebas scientists and the chancellor that in order to revive the 'ultimatum' a few key items are required. A majority of these items are in our control already or have a status unknown, but some lay outside our bounds, largely in the helic republic and the Guylos Empire. You are on a task to retrieve the Gael stone in the national museum of the northern Guylos Empire. This mission is of the utmost importance and secrecy. Other than the chancellor and a few key persons, no-one knows who has gone to retrieve the Gael stone, or where it is, and fewer know of its imminent retrieval. You will receive no support in this mission. You must complete this in order to win the war for Zenebas.

-End mission statement- (That was pretty important to the plot)

Included in the package was a layout of the city. The assumed guard force for the city, high by a fair amount, as well as museum plans. Also in the mission statement bundle was Tom's favorite set of papers, the blacklist. A list of the most wanted zoids and zoid pilots for each faction, as well as overall. This particular list had black lists for every area of the Guardian force's northern war front. Tom was pleased to find his name showing up with a 2 chance of arrival at the northern border of no-mans land, over 320 kilometers from his home base.

Once all the official stuff was done Tom got down to the matter of the mission and trying to steal the gale stone. "You see, I think that if they want it this badly we need to protect it."

The group's top ranker seemed to think it over. Tom knew the guy was not a big fan of the ghost fox and its reputation, and influence, but he also knew the man had been a Guylos soldier. Hopefully duty would outweigh pride, and jealously of not actually being allowed to make the plan. "You know I see what you're saying." Tom's face brightened. "And that's why we need our very best to be there. This is why I'll send you." Tom then slackened and threw his head back face looking at the sky.

After a few moments of walking Tom looked at the man, "Alright then, I'll go tell the boss-man about all this for you, you are supposed to deal with the actual mission yourself." Tom ran off. The man felt superior judging by his stature and satisfied grunt. Tom just had the devils grin on his face.

-Later-

"Yes I thought it was such a good idea that I would send the entire troop, and several other Guylos units."

The comm.-link blinked out. Tom grinned as the general sat and then slumped his head into his lap. After a few minutes of not moving Tom looked at the guy. He seemed to be in a death slump. "Maybe the shock killed him." Tom muttered to himself as he got down and felt around the neck for a pulse. A few moments pause, Tom mouthed numbers to himself, "Nope just a temporary shock, he's recovering, and by his pulse he's either nervous or pissed off about the matter."

The man finally slowly rose up. He shook himself out and then lowered a glare at the man responsible for this all. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL HIM!!!?"

"Just that if this was the force they would send that it would need more than just my humble protection. That and you were perfect in coordinating the troop's movements. I guess he chose you too. What sucks is that I couldn't get out of it. Well John will be going back to base though, I guess that'll do."

"So I'm stuck with you until they get someone better in the city."

"Looks like it. Although they've got a big military force on the way. Seems to be several hundred of those little caterpillars. The republic also already has a small force there too." Tom started fiddling with some loose buttons on his uniform.

"So how long do we have to wait?"

"Probably longer than we would have been together had you just let this run its normal course."

"Why did you have to mess it up for me, I had plans!!!"

Tom stopped fiddling. He looked away from the button and at the man who had been talking. "YOU SELFISH BASTARD! You think I didn't have plans. The base was about to be transferred up to the new northern border. With me at the very front of the war virtually no-one would dare try to sneak by anywhere within 30 kilometers of my base unless they had a massive army ready to try and pierce the front. That would have been huge for the war, 30 kilometers almost enemy free!!! YOU SELFISH BASTARD!!!" Tom shouted one last time. "Ugh, now they'll have replacements moving with the base instead of me. This sucks." Tom smacked his face with his hand. "This ought to be fun…" Tom still planned on making the best of a bad situation however, and this was going to be an easy situation to get out of.

-Some time later in the museum town-

The Guardian Force was in this little city en-masse. Well to be most accurate they were on the outside of it. The Guylos forces were arrayed at various locations within the city itself. The republic had a base just a ways north of the town, and thus it was the point closest to the battle front, and thus it was the point where an attack was most likely to be first detected.

Tom was sitting in a chair looking at all the various complex high quality, fancy, scientific, accurate, useful yet useless, instruments. Commenting on the dual purpose and pointlessness of the room he was in for the thousandth time he sighed, "This place would be useful and had detected dozens of enemy attacks if the war front was only on the other side of the hills."

"But it's not and you're here so get used to it!!!" A Guylos tecchie who operated the Guylos owned base got up and shouted at Tom like the sequence always played out. Tom responded with a groan everyone but that one shouting tecchie knew the pattern already. That one tecchie seemed quite oblivious.

Tom wondered. Would the Zenebas come for the gale stone with an invasion force, or just some expert thieves? The latter he could do little about, but the people who could do something were quite capable. Tom recalled with a grin as he had seen the non-inept guards first hand and had been found glad that he was not the only super skilled guy on his side, like it would have been in a book, or cartoon, or an internet fandom, yeah especially one of those.

He had been thinking about it the entire time since he had been re-assigned. What would Zenebas do? The medium speedy strike was impossible, and a one to three zoid taskforce was less likely and still harder than the medium force even if each pilot was twice as good as Tom would ever be. Fact was there were over 800 zoids here, true many were little more than cannon fodder with peashooters attached but more than half actually were good. Or at least decent. So that left either a group of thieves to sneak in as refugees/tourists/nobody's or a massive assault force to go down a very precarious line between super bases with that same squad of thieves among them. Or it could be a trap, why would anyone really send in a group of zoids the size of the first one and expect to get results too. Well if they never expected to actually get the gale stone and only distract a large force they had done it. Now all they had to do was actually do something. There were no unusual reports from anywhere about anything. And that left the people guarding with nothing to do. Himself included. "Don't get me wrong." Tom said to no-one as he went to a laser scope and began looking around. "I don't mind doing nothing, but after 12 days it gets rather repetitive." Tom looked around; these scopes were just there to deal with doubting Thomases when the need to show someone something obvious for themselves arose. And they were all linked up to various monitors. But Tom liked to live up to his namesake and doubt that nothing was going on. The longer he was here the harder he had to convince himself to believing it. "Doubting Thomas. John chapter twenty verses twenty four through twenty nine. 'Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen Me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.' I'm not religious but…" Tom finally stopped looking through the laser scope and used his own eyes. "I am the believer of the doubter in this case?" Tom then shook his head. Every day since he had come here he did that. He guessed it was because of his choice of research. Or maybe he was just philosophical, but either way it was weird, it was annoying, and it was behind him now. He was someone else. "I am not the man who I was born." He thought about who he is to the world and who he was to himself. They were very similar. "Although little has changed other than my last name." He laughed very loudly. With who he had been to the world it was no surprise.

-Later-

It was very late that Tom awoke to the blaring siren. "Warning enemy attack, enemy attack. All units scramble, enemy to the north." It was an emotionless voice that spoke. But that lack of emotion was nothing major compared to the four red lights and blaring siren and alarms that went off for an attack of the scale that Tom was guessing at. And him with only a standard command wolf's sniper rifle. No a modified one, double barreled. Well he probably should use it now.

When Tom got out he noted that the moon was up and that it was lighting the battlefield very excellently. The night attack idea had not been perfect, but there was doubt as to whether every zoid on the field had night vision. Tom grinned; his did. Combined with his stealth and the reputation of the ghost fox and that his command wolf that would randomly appear glowing black and ripping Zenebas zoids to shreds and be recognized by helic, Guylos, and guardian force alike were all bonuses. He then got down the aforementioned matter of ripping Zenebas zoids to shreds.

In a short lull where Tom had pulled back to reload his weapons Tom met the man who had tried to shove Tom to this out of the way place. His iron Kong entered shortly after his, fist's badly dented. The small gun on the wrist of the zoids battered beyond use. But the rest of the zoid was in a fairly decent state. Easily on par with the command wolf for condition. Tom had a feeling the guy did well. That was good, at least the guy was whole heartedly participating the battle. And him doing a good job was a bonus still. Tom's guess to the location of the pilot was him being in the cockpit trying to figure his kills out thus far by reviewing battle footage. Tom gave a slight start when he figured he should do the same. It was going to take a while for him to reload. Already the iron Kong was half re-armed. Tom was at a third. Just then a human voice broke out over the intercom. "There is a report that the gale stone has been stolen. Also a group of lighting saikes and hellcats have penetrated the lines. We need all available men to prevent the escape of the thieves especially if they are Zenebas allies."

Shouts of, "Oh hell no!" and, "Sonofa bitch!" As well of those far more profane and some more profane and longer lasting.

Tom ran over to the iron Kong and tapped on the canopy. Hopefully the guy wasn't to proud, or mad, he wasn't sure which he was worried more about. "Thirty two, at fifty five minutes." Tom heard before the man opened his canopy. "Oh it's you."
Tom ignored the comment, his position of hanging onto the edge of an iron Kong's cockpit with one hand, hanging freely out into space more than a few feet off the ground kept body motion to a minimum. "Hear the announcement?"

"Of course, are you stupid?"

"I'm smart enough. But I'm not psychic. I'm gonna see if I can get the guys to display the location of the zoids on our maps and were going to team up."

"Alright."

"Now listen here!" Tom blinked, his shock and slight body movement caused him to slip he quickly re-attached himself. "You agreed? That was fast."

"Yes, I admit that I may not like you, but the fact is if Zenebas set up an assault this large to let only a small group of zoids get though to the city, all very capable escape zoids, I think it's worth taking care of."

"Good, since my zoid is faster I'll be heading towards the museum. You'll take the main avenue, try to cut off as many as possible from there. I'll try to push them towards you."

"What about the Hellcats?"

"The republic forces will arrive soon, they were to be split between city duty and front line duty. Also there are a fair number of Guylos zoids about, they should be able to handle a few of the zoids in the city for us."

"Alright, I'm going now since I'm done."

"I'll be joining you soon." Tom jumped down from the cockpit and actually landed on the catwalk, much to the amazement of the tech guy at the end computer terminal. Tom walked to him, "Put the location of the zoids that broke through onto that iron Kong and my command wolf!" Tom pointed at the two zoids, despite them being the only ones in the hangar. The man nodded and Tom went off to prepare. "Stop reloading, I've got enough bullets to deal with the zoids in the city." Tom went up in the cockpit pushed the startup buttons and got his command wolf moving. As he came out he encountered two gojulas's closing in on the base, and closing in by his standards meant that they were still miles away. With the skill of a multiple ace pilot he took out each gojulas with one shot to the cockpit and kept on moving around the base. He looked at his ammo supply. It was currently at 64 shots. Not enough to charge into battle and chase after eight lightning saix and twelve hellcats but enough to do it in reverse order. He then activated the boosters on his command wolf and went off to rescue the city.

His arrival in the city saw it full of Guylos soldiers leading mass evacuations. Currently, based on the plan Tom had helped to form, the citizens would be moved to the far side of the city, then when all citizens were moved the transport units that would not participate in battle would prepare to move out of the city if need be. Currently they were at a point where enough zoids could be recalled to provide guard until the people were safe. But how long those figures would last was anybodies guess. Tom prayed the republic forces would arrive soon, or else the only zoids that could move people would be a bunch of gustavs that couldn't defend themselves. Nor the people riding on, in or behind them.

Tom finally slowed his pace when he came across one of these with a zoid signal nearby. He had to warn the pilot at least. He opened a channel. "Gustav pilot, stay where you are, there is a zoid around the next corner. If you go to far forwards I have little doubt you will be shot at. I do not want you to endanger civilians." Tom looked, the gustav was not going anywhere fast, and while the zoid was actually only around the next corner the next corner was probably thirty minutes away at eh walking pace the gustav followed. Still civilians were walking along side of the gustav. Children and the elderly were actually on the two trailers behind the zoid. Some military jeeps with guns on top were along side the group. Although at least one civilian was manning a machine gun as far as Tom could tell. Then they all stopped moving. Tom kept on going at the pace the gustav had set but his head turned. Then he realized the pilot had been talking.

"…and thanks again for the advice, but tell us as soon as you are done because I need to get people on the other side of the city."

Tom saluted out of cockpit to the pilot and moved towards the next corner at a faster pace. He knew that it was a confirmed enemy. Which meant Tom was either facing an un-stealth hellcat or a lighting saix. Tom prayed for the former but prepared for the latter.

Tom turned the corner and the zoid was not there. Tom ran his best scanning devices to see if the hellcat that he assumed was there was running stealth, but along the avenue he got nothing. There was a strange signal behind two different buildings, one of which was right on the zoids last known location. Then Tom took aim at the spot he figured where the zoid was. Suddenly the building had a hole in it. "Shit I'm not cloaked!" Tom swore as he glanced at the radio panel to discover no channels were open save one to an iron Kong, and that pilot had heard worse language.

In an instant Tom's right and left hands turned black and emitted a strange glow. Then black flames surrounded the zoid core and, more visibly, the command wolfs legs. In the time Tom had discovered he was not cloaked he was out of the way of the shell and cloaked. There was no sign of him to the eye, he had just vanished. Suddenly the other spot where an anomaly had occurred began firing shells, like the point where the zoid was. They were in the vicinity of where the command wolf's upward and slight leftward moment would have most likely taken him.

The two pilots opened a channel between themselves, "Dude did you see that?"

"Yeah, those flames, how did he dodge our shots?"

"Dude do you know about the matrix movies?"

"The earth ones?"

"Yeah, the main character dodged bullets. But the fact is he moved just like that guy."

"You mean?"

"That guy might be Keanu Reeves!"

"Are you high?"

Before the pilot with the knowledge of the matrix had a chance to respond he was shot. The bullet ripping on the back mounted cannons on the zoid. A second shot destroyed the guns between the zoids front legs. A third hit the rear right leg, though that one really wasn't necessary. A fourth went right through the actual hole the other hellcat had made with its own shot and hit the rear of the cockpit and nearly killed the pilot and simultaneously caused a command system freeze. Although the half dead pilot was the worse of the two problems by far.

Toms command wolf re-appeared with one barrel right in the hole that the hellcat had made. In the opposite direction that he had disappeared from. The black flames were gone. But the zoid seemed repaired of all previous damages. "Gustav pilot, it's clear for you to move." Tom looked, there had been only one enemy zoid ever reported in this sector of the city. But there had been two. Well if he worried to much he would never get rid of the zoids he knew were there. So we went on to the next closest zoid with the intent of herding those remaining.

Encountering a Hellcat two blocks up he took it out as quickly as he could and then moved to the next signal, at the time the one closet to the museum.

When he saw the zoid he was no happy camper. "Crap a lightning saix!" He swore when the saix accelerated dead at him. "Dear god!" He grinned inwardly as he backed up slightly getting himself as close to the houses as he felt safe. A pout came on his face as he fired shots at the pilot. Who 'miraged' out of the way of the shots. As to say he used his speed to evade so that it looked like he was simply never there when he took the shot.

After the third shot Tom shouted, "How long is this avenue!" Holding his fire he simply braced himself for the command he was hoping would work. With a quick prayer for his success he jumped up and forwards with his zoid with the lighting saix no further than a couple dozen meters away. While Tom's command wolf got away with a few scratches on his claws the lightening saix hit the steel beamed building. Which then collapsed on him and crushed him utterly. "That's four down. If four hellcats weren't in stealth, or someone didn't manage to equip a stealth system to a hellcat then we should be able to handle whatever is left." He checked that his channel with the iron Kong was open. "Hey you read?"

"Yeah."

"I got me four Zoids how about you?"

"One lighting saix one hellcat. A few Zoids that got through the front."

"Damn is it that bad?"

"Yes it is."

Tom glanced at his map. "I see one zoid going your way, most likely a lightening Saix. There's another that's long gone, at least until it hits the helic reinforcements from the east. In… Now." A red dot disappeared. "The other is headed towards the guylos backup and it should go bye-bye there. I'm gonna go back to the front and you can to."

"I hardly need you're permission to return to the front, I outrank you!"

"Fair enough I don't really care if you get my permission or not, I'm going either way." Tom jetted off towards the battlefront. He had plans to rip every enemy he saw to shreds.

-Historical war records of the battle of Gael-

The battle proved to be a long all night battle. It was the largest engagement of the whole war that was not in the 'final stage' as it involved over 1,000 units. It was the largest struggle that occurred behind the main front for the whole of the war. The fact that an enemy force of that size was able to penetrate also caused the various military forces to look into the appropriate military commanders to see whether or not sabotage was evident.

Also however there was a, then unknown, but none the less much larger repercussion for the battle.

At the time the Gael stone was thought to be safe and in the city museum. However the stone was later discovered to have been smuggled out of the city and brought to Zenebas hands by one means or another. This particular element would have repercussions un-believable by any of the two non-Zenebas allied forces when the power of the Gael stone, and various other items, were brought to bear.

-Post-war historical paper on the 'ghost fox' of Gael-

People criticize the Ghost fox, Thomas, for not having seen through the intentions of Zenebas. Others criticize him for being unable to convince the brass to investigate into the events mentioned. On the first my counter stands as hindsight is 20/20, no-one could have know what was coming. On the second I have two points, not until the final push this Thomas gain sufficient rank and influence to affect the matters of management in any way shape or form. And second, the affairs of the letter were already being looked into, at the time with top quality intelligence, why would the man who was more preoccupied with holding the enemy at the front lines worry about what the top intelligence offices in the dual alliance system were seeing to.

-End-