"Is—is it still not done?" On the forty-eighth basement level of the Capitol, the young Lanner Bracer, locked in a bitter fight, couldn't help casting a grief-stricken glance toward the armored door he was guarding.
The outstanding Bracer had tried to separate the Internal Guard soldiers from the rebel fighters, but somehow both sides had turned their fire on him. Even so, he kept the situation tightly under control. Without killing a single person, he still had enough leeway to warn Miss Moen, who was behind the door.
"I can hold on a little longer. But if my colleagues arrive, I really won't be able to keep this up." That was the message he sent to the reporter.
Even now, he could still send a warning to Miss Taina by telepathy. It seemed he really could manage to hang on a little longer.
As for the Burning Legion's rebel leader, she had calmly entered the final block of data.
"It's unlocked..." she murmured to herself, but her voice was drowned out by the applause inside the Capitol on the screen.
On the screen, amid the applause of the united opposition lawmakers, Mrs. Ameta Parotin rose gracefully and spoke in a clear voice. "I once again solemnly request—no, demand—that when the full session of Congress resumes the day after tomorrow, we discuss more than just initiating the procedure. We should move on to the next step. I demand that Marshal Esco and every member of the current government be absent that day. This is a basic principle of recusal. It is a sacred right guaranteed by the Alliance Constitution—"
Her words were calm, but they were still deeply insulting. The assembled lawmakers seemed to picture the acting Grand Leader's mortified expression, and once again burst into applause and cheers. It wasn't