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The man in charge of Metropolis-C, Allistair, could be seen sitting in the most basic conference room at the MTA.
He was a serious man that always wore his black metallic armor. Yet, he never seemed out of place anywhere. He could be going to the beach in a full plate, and no one would find it peculiar. He had long black hair, a piercing green gaze, and a very carefully trimmed beard.
At his side, his assistant Lowell could be seen wearing the regular Black Squad outfit and yet looking classy in it. Both were Climbers and were currently discussing the happenings in Metropolis-C.
"What's the Black Legion's current status?" Allistair inquired.
"No idea, Sir. There is no way to make contact with them. They should have just engaged the enemy. There is still no news from them. Shall we send them reinforcements already?"
"What is the status of their Stones of Promise?"
The fall of Arcadia is when things went to Hell. I barely had the chance to visit it once and it was already down. Of course, I would only learn of the event afterward. I was too busy trying to deal with Gene Corp as we all wondered where the reinforcements were. Answer: in fucking Metropolis-C going crazy!
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