It was awfully hard to hear anyone speaking out of a phone in an amazingly busy hangar. One filled with technicians and engineers attempting to finish their work before their lunch break. Preparing new beds for guests is an affair that by idea, remained the same whether they are average tourists looking to spend time in hot springs or 2,000 ton international gladiator mechs. Technically, Mr. Saotome's job was to supervise this entire process but the chief leading maintenance was doing<del>almost</del>all of the work. More than anyone else in the dome, the maintenance division had been the most excited to get the three new Jaegers in. Those on their break were outside on the landing pad, chairs and binoculars set up to watch the horizon like a hawk. Some have printed out stickers already to slap on boxes and doors.<br/><br/>And that's why Jun stepped out the fourth exit into a hallway, so he can leave this automated process alone and chat up this cute girl working assistance in the radar section who decided to give him a call. Forward girls are awesome. Especially forward girls who recognize his ch--<br/><br/>"<strong>... Right. Awesome. Call me again if it's moving this way.</strong>"<br/><br/>Never mind. The next line was something that put a grimace on his already wincing face. Usually when the Marshall calls him in along with Yamada and Tanaka it's because he wants to make sure there's someone to hold Daigo back from decking him in the face. Or slap Kaori's knife away from her in a non-litigious way that will not drain the Shatterdome/PPDC's already strained piggy-bank. Marshall Oobayashi is the first to swear that if a corporation is cutting costs or making burgers smaller for the sake of the "slowing economy" or "Japan's lost decades", it's complete and utter bullshit.<br/><br/>But it's really legitimate when he says it.<br/><br/><hr/><em>Marshall's Office.</em><br/><br/>Seconds after Daigo's bow, another knock in the door was received. Jun languidly strolls in before saluting and standing on attention. Out the window, he idly noticed two helicopters flying in tandem carrying a whole lower leg. From the color and the shape, it seemed to be Immaculate Shogun's. Really? Oh. Echo Saber just left this afternoon. That's why they're here. Jun had trouble stifling an accusatory glance at the relaxed Marshall in disbelief. He REALLY hasn't told Daigo and Kaori.<br/><br/>Ooba's relaxed, confident posture was interrupted by Jun's phone ringing. In any other organization, in any other army--well, no. Even within the Pan-Pacific Defense Force this was unacceptable. Disregarding the breach of regulations however, there is a chance that his caller's message is talking of a breach of some kind.<br/><br/>Jun's response, as always is never disguised. "<strong>No! It's fine, I'm not even in his office yet. What's--Fuck me. I'm sorry, I'm--No, I'm just upset. I will be there in a moment.</strong>"<br/><br/>Ooba was ALMOST grateful for this interruption. Either there was a signal coming out of the breach, meaning that Bushido Dawn will be busy getting ready for systematic Kaiju dismemberment action. Or Jun was just denied a date, which was a pleasure all of its own. But it's never nice to revel in the misfortune of others. Inquiringly, the Marshall looked at Jun's slightly disconcerted face. Enough to show emotion, but not enough to give tabloids a bad shot. "<strong>Kaiju?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Two.</strong>"<br/><br/>Ooba didn't dwell on the ramifications on a simple word on history. Sure, double-event will puzzle every single scientist who's enraptured with the Kaiju and had made millions on their calculations of attack frequency estimation. Dealing with the two unruly, overgrown lizards are the concern. It wouldn't be a problem if Echo Saber and Bushido Dawn each take on one. Keeping his cool, the Marshall coughed and after he was sure that his voice wouldn't crack, gave his orders. "<strong>Saotome, we're heading to LOCCENT. Tanaka, get Yamada and suit up for deployment. Let's go.</strong>"<br/><br/>It could always be worse. At least now, he can tell them AFTER they go into the Drift and are more focused on beating up Kaiju than realizing Echo Saber's been flushed down the toilet. Well, hopefully they can get assistance from Vladivostok.<br/><br/><hr/><em>July 31, 2018. 13:20 PM. Somewhere over Sea of Japan.</em><br/><br/>The communicators located within a chopper lit up, signaling incoming calls for a Derrick Cines or Kevin Blake. It was a convenient headset system that was bulky, but allowed for communication isolated from the god-awful noise of spinning gyros and flapping wind. Which happens a lot when the copter is flying in formation with three others carrying a whole Jaeger. The respectable Grave Digger.<br/><br/><hr/><em>July 31, 2018. 13:22 PM. A hundred miles south of Tokyo. </em><br/><br/>The same system rang in the chopper where Tony and Adam had been seated for hours, transporting on the same convoy brandishing their own steel persona. Smoldering and undoubtedly muttering obscenities regarding Kaiju private parts if it was designed with a mouth. The intemperate, cantankerous Vasa Centurion.