Jonathen's platoon piled out of transport. When he had heard the news of the prison train derailment and who they had been transporting, he had requested to be assigned to the event.
"Secure the perimeter," he ordered as his men fell out. He took off his helmet and scanned the scene. He had heard Van Gibbons had been taken in months ago after the ISB had drugged him and left him out in the cold. When he had tried to find the ISB agent, the name she had given him, of course, went nowhere. This is why people hated the ISB. He had largely forgotten about the incident, but when news of the transport crash broke, it had drudged up those angry memories.
He could listen to the briefing given to the command staff. The Prison Transport's comms had gone dark about five minutes before it had been derailed entirely. The guards had all been killed along with most of the prisoners; one name stood out. Van Gibbons. His body had not been discovered in the wreckage.
He had been the key to a larger group of rebels in the Empire. With the theft of the Imperial Garrison and the aid of slicers, the group had become powerful. Gibbons was their best shot at unraveling all of it, and now he was in the wind.
After the meeting, he turned and saw her. Of course, she would be here. The ISB would be the ones wanting to get Gibbons back the most. "Hey, Fuck you!" he said to the ISB Agent. "Where do you get off drugging me?!" he added. "And then icing me out of the investigation..." he spat.
Yes, he was completely over what had happened
@Sreeya
"Secure the perimeter," he ordered as his men fell out. He took off his helmet and scanned the scene. He had heard Van Gibbons had been taken in months ago after the ISB had drugged him and left him out in the cold. When he had tried to find the ISB agent, the name she had given him, of course, went nowhere. This is why people hated the ISB. He had largely forgotten about the incident, but when news of the transport crash broke, it had drudged up those angry memories.
He could listen to the briefing given to the command staff. The Prison Transport's comms had gone dark about five minutes before it had been derailed entirely. The guards had all been killed along with most of the prisoners; one name stood out. Van Gibbons. His body had not been discovered in the wreckage.
He had been the key to a larger group of rebels in the Empire. With the theft of the Imperial Garrison and the aid of slicers, the group had become powerful. Gibbons was their best shot at unraveling all of it, and now he was in the wind.
After the meeting, he turned and saw her. Of course, she would be here. The ISB would be the ones wanting to get Gibbons back the most. "Hey, Fuck you!" he said to the ISB Agent. "Where do you get off drugging me?!" he added. "And then icing me out of the investigation..." he spat.
Yes, he was completely over what had happened
@Sreeya