The incident at Laboratory 5 had left all of Central Command–at least those with the security clearance to even know of it—in a buzz. And with good reason, considering the so-called ‘heinous’ experiments that had gone on within its walls. Brigadier General Basque Grand had woven a twisted web indeed, or so it would seem.
Archer had figured, however, that in an investigation (one he had launched on his own, without executive order) of a place so heavily involved in alchemy, it was best to find an expert on the craft. And who better to assist him than one of Grand’s own subordinates? Perhaps the Brigadier General had even given her some important information on the facility–although that was certainly a hopeful thought, and it was unlikely, to say the least.
Helier Cross, the Bandaged Alchemist–he’d read her file thoroughly, and had an idea of what to expect. Archer was rather eager to make her acquaintance, really. If her file held even a grain of truth within it, the alchemist would likely be a most refreshing colleague indeed.
Whether she be typically hard to find or his own simple bad luck, it was no easy task to track down the Major. However, Archer was a determined man, and as the saying goes, where there is a will, there is a way;one of his subordinates was able to flag the woman down in one of Command’s offices, and he was quick to hurry on over.
“Major Cross,” he said as he strode over to her, trying to catch her attention. “May I have a word with you?”