No higher-ups? Leanne couldn't say she liked the sound of that, not with people like Landel and the soldiers she'd met involved. Then again, maybe it was a blessing in disguise if those supposed higher-ups didn't exist. After all, what kind of twisted person would it take to order... all of this? (Certainly someone as twisted as the one who'd ordered the experiments in Aetersyl, a traitorous part of her mind whispered before she pushed the thought away.)

She leaned back on her chair, arms crossed, and frowned up at the ceiling. "Yeah, it sure didn't sound like they got along. But... But there's just gotta be some way to find out, right? I know that radio guy knows a lot about Landel, but..." Leanne looked down, back at Zero. "I wish there was some way we could get him to tell us everything he knows. He probably knows about the military, too..."