Erich had gone to the MRB offices himself, via a different route than he had told Ranna to. Talking with several of the people he knew within the organization, he found several interesting points to note, before he passed on his own recordings and request for a formal sanction against the Dragoons for attempted human trafficking. Even if the sanction was limited to a certain Captain Pointyhead McDipshit, the simple fact that it would remain on the Dragoons record for as long as rating boards existed would be enough for him.<br/><br/>It was only as he exited the MRB that he recieved Walt's message. Listening to it, he nodded to himself, his frown turning into a scowl of angred displeasure. Flagging down a taxi, he climbed into the back seat, directing the driver to head to the spaceport at best speed. Only after he arrived did he pay the fare, stiffing the tip because the driver had tried his best to take the big mechwarrior on a long, slow loop around the central loop of Harlech, up until the big mechwarrior had simply readjusted his gun belt.<br/><br/>Walking to the dropship, he noticed Ranna arriving at the same time as him, though she was on the far side of the ship's open 'Mechbay. A few moments later, his deep, booming voice echoed through the bay. "Now, what the hell is going on this time?"