Not exactly his style of work, but it's work.

[Dmitri]

Dmitri sat at his usual spot in the castle library. Surrounded by several books, he was actually looking at a computer screen. His message that he sent out, had been playing on a loop, and he added contact information to it.

He had received many pledges of resistance, especially from AWOL E.S.S soldiers, unhappy with their orders from ESACU. He couldn't blame them. There was no way those orders could come from Kofista.

Several Pax units confirmed they were still in the fight, putting up resistance where they could.

Of course, there were several emails that scoffed at his message. He wondered if they knew who was behind the message, and if they'd be so quick to judge. It didn't bother him, much. These people were afraid.

One message stood out, however. It was a request to meet. That they wanted to fight, but wasn't sure how good they'd be. They requested they meet in a bar in the American South.

America... That place is ESACU through and through. They wouldn't try to bring me in, would they? Not now. If it's a trap... The Queen's orders rang through his head, and Dmitri smirked.

[Dmitri]

Completely oblivious to Hal and Razel's return, Dmitri made his way to the yard, walking up to a certain tree.

He placed his hand on it, and closed his eyes. He could feel the carving, "Gustav Mustafa was here!" Dmitri gently sighed to himself. "I have done so much good, boy. Never in the right way, though. For that, I am sorry."

Dmitri sat under the tree silently, sometimes chuckling at the memory of Gustav's antics, sometimes mourning his loss. He let his mind wander as he drifted off to sleep for a small nap.

[Dmitri]

After an hour, Dmitri had woken up and made his way to the docking bay. Once inside his mobile suit, he made his way to the catapult, and launched. The flight itself to America was boring, but Dmitri kept his eye open for anything he could destroy.

Once he landed, he checked his gear and made his way into the bar. He wasn't concerned about his weapons being taken from him. This was Texas. Everyone was armed.

When he sat at a booth, facing the door, the waitress asked what his pleasure would be. Dmitri just smirked and asked for a bourbon. He calmly sipped it, observing the patrons. Wondering which one was the person he was meeting, which, if any were ESACU dogs come to bring him in, and which ones were actually armed.

[Estiem]

Estiem ever-so-gradually brought his head up from the bar. He couldn't even remember how long he'd been out, let alone how many bars he'd slept on recently. He had no idea what day it was, let alone what state this was. One thing was for sure, it wasn't Alaska. It had a look that resembled something more of the next-largest state. Which, coincidentally, was a look he'd worn all his life.

As he peered over to his left, he recognized a familiar face. It wasn't quite clear at the time where he knew it from, but it gave him a nasty feeling in his stomach. Maybe that was just booze. He really didn't know anymore. All sense of reality was lost since his disappearance. The familiar figure began walking toward him. He became afraid.