"The carrier is the only current base of operations. There will be paper work when the process is finished, but not before hand. You should speak to Tyrus, you should also speak to Xae, she provides some of the technological insight for STRIKE as well as some of the funding necessary to provide supplies and repair stations for the Hellicarrier."
He stood and picked up his mug. "I will find you again, after you have had time to track down some of the roster and put together a preliminary roster of your own. I believe, also, that the Hawk Lords may be stepping out of the organization for now...they have their own difficulties to attend to."
The Last Guardian waited until "the Inevitable" was gone to begin gathering his own belongings, including the thick folder--detailing a list of all potential STRIKE recruits--that had been earlier handed to him.
"Sir? I really need to close up no--"
"Yeah, I understand," the Guardian interjected, placing a ten dollar bill in the tip jar as he made his way out of the shop.
In the brisk English air, Jacob pulled out the compass and watched the needle move aggressively towards the west. Perhaps...towards the United States?
"You're gonna get me in trouble, aren't you?" he smirked as he summoned his swoop bike. The hunt was on, and the Last Guardian's first STRIKE mission had officially begun.