7th of march. 08:00. Main sealer base.<br/><br/>A large man sat at his desk, intently staring at a rather regal-looking document that had just arrived. He subtly shook his head. "Great... more foreign trouble..." He muttered under his breath. The document he was reading was a copy declaring the imminent arrival of a diplomatic delegation from an as of yet unknown plane. Gabriel had dealt with such a situation before. That time had been a sordid affair ending with several minor races declaring a symbolic war on the city. SO the squad commander was understandably wary of another such event.<br/><br/>Addended to the bottom of the document was more text in a font that harshly contrasted with the graceful and subtle official handwriting of the letter. It were the orders jacob's squad were to follow. Today would be much like any other day. A warrant for arrest here, an unnanounced raid there. Standard sealer stuff.<br/><br/>Gabriel, having decided it had been enough with the contemplation, threw the document aside off-handedly and called for his squad. He adjusted his posture behind his desk into the usual vaguely authorative stance. The squad knew it was mostly a farce, but there was no harm in not keeping up a façade of authority in case of a surprise inspection.