Despite the other's knowledge, she knew he was thinking. Beyond the hard, dark eyes, she could see the gadgets and parts whirring as he pondered. The apprehension of the situation unnerved even the impassive First Lieutenant, despite her calm façade. She was worried about him.

Armstrong, as well as the rest of their team, had gathered at both Havoc and Fuery's bedside. After Armstrong, Breda, and Falman filled the two injured men in on what had happened after leaving to the medical clinic, they began to speak steadily on what they would do. No one but her seemed to be watching the Brigadier General, who sat silently in the corner of the room.

Quite suddenly, he rose, graceful pace carrying him in front of her, his gaze flickering to hers as a telltale sign to get her attention. He slid from the room.

She rose, her gaze glancing over the other men who had taken notice. She then followed.

Once the door was shut securely, she turned to face the man who was leaning against the wall. Their gaze met. No smirk crossed the features she had come to know. No spark was lit within the dark, onyx eyes. This was completely serious.

And he told her his plan.