The special forces of the Third Division arrived at their rendezvous point and found no sign of their War Minister. They looked around and saw no one other than themselves in the desolate wasteland.
"Where is Chief Armstrong?" An elite Jaeger questioned as another stepped forward and expounded. "He detected a threat approaching us and went to receive it."
"Hasn't it been nearly a dozen minutes since he left? Should we reinforce him?" One of them remarked before suggesting. But the strongest amongst them, the Second-In-Command, shook their head.
After all, they wouldn't be helpful to the War Minister. The special forces would be nothing more than an insignificant pest or a weakness to the Third Paragon.
"Reinforcing him would only affect his capabilities of fighting. Instead, we should prepare and entrench ourselves in this location."
