It was a bit disturbing to see the lack of concern in the officer's eyes; either he hid his emotions better than most soldiers or he really didn't care about the lives of the substation garrison. Duncan prayed it was the former, as the latter made his own survival even likely... Deciding that antagonising the guy would be a bad idea, the SeeD sat in silence as the soldiers activated a generator nearby. A dozen ideas ran though his head as to what it powered, from some kind of defence mechanism to an inactive horde of mechs. Fortunately he was quickly proven wrong as the antennae rose along with his own bafflement. Long-range radio transmissions simply didn't work, hadn't since he was a child; some kind of atmospheric interference. No nation had successfully penetrated that interference in over seventeen years despite a dozen attempts. Then again this tower was a holdover from the Holy Dollet Empire a century ago and the Empire had a reputation for using brute force technology... [i]But even if it did work, what could Galbadia use it for...[/i] If Garden had know about this, then the first stage of the mission would have been to blow that tower, never mind the substations. But the Galbadians had other plans it seemed, including... and yeah, there was the infamous standard issue torture kit... Every Galbadian unit was given one, full of needles, electrodes and a selection of less refined tools. The officer withdrew several such pieces of medieval history... Despite fighting down a wave of nausea, Duncan stood firm, grinning fiercely. [b]'I've always thought my teeth were a bit bent. Care to fix them, Mr..?'[/b] At this point the bravado was more for his own sake than theirs.