Austin looked up from what he was working on, staring at the screen, at first blinking hard to clear his vision. He pushed himself out from under the fighter and stood up walking over the the screen, still staring at it.
The same image was being replayed throughout Bretonia, The Immortal Hunter was back. Austin dropped the cloth he was using to clean his hands from the grease. He brought his fist up and landed it squarely into the screen, damaging it slightly.
"Bloody hell! No bloody way is that chap back! I watched the bloody explosion! I even took a bloody still-shot of it!" He shouted, other pilots started to crowd around mumbling.
"...This is bloody nonsense.." One of the lads said, standing with his arms crossed.
"Three Hundred and Six men died on that battleship..." Another said.
Austin stood there shaking with rage rather then sadness. "It's about bloody time someone gets something done with that lad. How long do we have to live dealing with not only the Kusari Dragon breathing down our necks, Those undereducated Corsair bulls in Cambridge blowing things up, and this bloody mad-man."
He slammed his fist into his palm. "This needs to bloody end! I will personally see to it that this lad is dead! Even if it costs me my life. I would gladly become a martyr for the Queen and Her Majesty's people." It seemed he was giving a heroic speech, for the crowd grew bigger, Civilian engineers as well as Armed Forces and Police Engineers where crowding around, Austin in the middle.
"Those, three hundred and six men that died today to that bloody mad-man will get avenged, this I promise them."
"Your words are nothing more then words Mr. Goodmen." A familiar voice came out from the crowd. Some of the crowd stepped to the side, reveiling a young man, he was carrying a black suit-case, wore a business suit and had, black sun-glasses on.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Austin said tensing up just a little bit.
"Oh, hell chap you know who I am." The young man, about a three years younger then Austin, took off his glasses smiling.
"Butler?" He stuttered at first. "Class 291, Section 2...The bloody chap that saved my ass three times in different scenarios, and was shipped off the very next month to Intelligence?!"
The young man smiled. "That is indeed true. Seems you remember me well. You've also seemed to change." Aaron grinned lightly approaching Austin. The crowd started to disperse
"What brought you here from the Intelligence Corps?" Austin said slightly.
"Honestly, chap. I have no bloody clue." He said with a light smile. "Thought it was about time to show my face. After all, it seems this...insane lad we've got running around is just that, insane. Besides, you lad need my help, you just don't realize it yet."
"Oh please don't start with this destiny crap." Austin said kneeling down to pick up the rag he dropped.
"Haha. Rather actually here for one reason...Let's get to work shall we?" He said setting down the suit-case on a cleared off desk.