Noa turned to face Commander Vanguard, taken aback by the imposing figure before him. He stood tall, his broad shoulders and chiseled jawline emanating an air of fierceness. His piercing dark eyes seemed to penetrate Noa's very being.
"Everything's under control, Sir!" Noa hurriedly responded, attempting to regain his composure. He noticed that he had unknowingly crumpled the paper in his hand, and he immediately loosened his fist.
The fact that the commanding officer himself had come to the field indicated how much Infrablack truly took the threat seriously.
Taking a deep breath, Noa glanced up at the hovering helicopter, observing as soldiers descended on ropes to join them on the field. Commander Vanguard approached, his footsteps audibly crushing the dry grass beneath him.
"Did you spot any suspicious activity from the rebels?" Commander Vanguard sternly inquired, his voice firm and authoritative.