Isaac

Garrison (1)

The crew rushes toward the castle, feeling dizzy that they've noticed the defect. A rough landing craft lands on a holding platform at the top of the castle, dropping people off, and starting to move again without closing the gate.

As soon as the veterans enter the Surveillance Bureau speak out or pass through the difficult training, the faces of the agents who are exposed to tension become stiff as well.

“Where's that going? ”

“This is where the men come down. We're going to the other landing field to unload the supplies. ”

“But you're sloppy. ”

“It's an emergency. Let's get to the command post first. ”

Looking at Magellan's back as she takes a big step with a stiff look, Isaac asks a cigarette into his mouth to see if he doesn't want to move.

When Isaac doesn't think about moving, Liberia and other agents look into Isaac's concerns and aren't even bothered.

Isaac scratches his neck in a familiar atmosphere. I feel this heavy, cold atmosphere, and the feeling that my whole body should prepare something itchy. I feel the energy of the battlefield that I don't want to get used to.

“How do I interpret this…. ”

“What are you doing? He's not coming back! ”

Magellan shouts if she feels numb and still, but Isaac shrugs in a relaxed manner.

“Go to work. I'm just going to take a look at the castle. ”

“What nonsense! ”

When Magellan returns home, Isaac relaxes with the smoke.

“It's gonna be loud and crazy, but what am I supposed to do if I go there? I'd rather just sit around and watch than sit around and do nothing. ”

“It's more unsettling to leave you alone! ”

“Take this girl with you. ”

“…… My job is to assist you. ”

When Magellan's solely desperate surgeon refuses, a heavy man, trembling like a waterfall, with sweat pouring out of his feet, rushes forward, gasping, pulling out his handkerchief, and wipes off the sweat on his face.

“Oh, it's been a long time, Mr. Magellan. ”

“Saints? Were you here? ”

“Heheh……. ”

Knowing each other, Magellan frowned and scowled, and Saints wiped his sweat as if he were shy.

“Do you know each other? ”

“... he was under me at the old Supply Bureau. No, what the hell is going on? I didn't hear the alarm. ”

“Suddenly, the wind started blowing an hour ago and the wind was getting stronger. ”

“Without a sign? ”

“Yes. Suddenly the wind started blowing without a sign. ”

“I can't! What about General Knoxville?”

When Magellan asked, Saints hesitated and said as Magellan's eyes became rough,

“Commander Knoxville left on a long-range patrol three days ago. ”

“At this point! ”

Magellan kicks her tongue with irritation. It doesn't make sense for the Commander to leave for reconnaissance. And the forbidden land is one you don't have to scout.

This implies that we will not meet as a sign of complaint about the establishment of the Secretariat and the subsequent visit of the new Director. From Knoxville's perspective, it was a very patient decision to concede, and Magellan would have been happy with Knoxville's actions had it not been for the wind, but the lack of a Commander in this emergency is fatal.

“So action! ”

“Well, that's ……. ”

Magellan's eyebrows flare up as Saints hesitates.

“What were you doing after an hour? ”

Magellan sighs in a frightening look of Saints, who is terrified of a sudden flutter of pain. When Magellan realizes that she can't do anything here, she turns to Saints instead of aiming for Isaac who doesn't want to move, looking for a moment to see if he doesn't deserve a flinching and throbbing attitude.

“I can't help it. I'm going to the command control room, so you stay with him and lead the way. ”

“Yes? Me? ”

Magellan exclaimed in annoyance at Saints, who greeted him with small eyes buried in his flesh in surprise.

“Then shall I do it? ”

“Oh, no! ”

Saints shakes his head nervously, sweating, and as he flinches back, Magellan turns his head to Isaac.

“Stay out of trouble! Look around, look around! We don't know what's gonna happen! ”

“Sure."

Despite the urgency, whether Isaac disliked the tranquil attitude of seeing someone else's house or not, Magellan whispered and vanished, leaving only Saints looking at Libria who was looking for heels. Isaac rubs his feet against the smoking cigarette and turns his head toward Saints.

“Hehehe.”

Issac smiled and said, smiling at Saints' crooked attitude, whether he felt his gaze.

“So, his name is Saints? ”

“Yes, old! It's an honor to meet you, Isaac. ”

“Do you know who I am? ”

“Well, well, if it isn't Security Director Isaac. ”

“You know better. ”

“Hehe. Thank you. ”