Acar wouldn't exactly be able to enjoy his small victory for very long, as sirens would start blaring not long after he took his seat. Quickly, a lieutenant from logistics burst into his room, the young woman looking damn near out of breath as she reported to Acar. "S-Sir! It's Ace Ashfeld, she-" Two more soldiers suddenly rushed past his office, cutting off the girl as she looked over to see what was happening. "Sir, her Dom is shooting it's way out of the base." With that she rushed off again, apparently having better places to be in a time of emergency like this.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Just as was reported to Acar, Jillian had taken her bazooka and had blasted her way through the hangar doors that held her mobile suit. She felt sick to her stomach doing this, but she knew that she had no choice if she was ever going to hold true to her beliefs. She couldn't stay here in the Zeon camp, not after seeing that they were every bit as greedy and disgusting as the federation. The time had come for her, no more feeling sorry for herself and no more regrets. She was a warrior with a reason to fight, and fighting was exactly what she planned on doing. Once the hangar's gate was blasted apart, she put thrusters on full blast and made her escape, boosting out into the desert while she prepared for the inevitable follow up team that was going to be chasing her.