Alphonse sighed as he popped his knuckles, before looking out and around his cockpit for answers.  Here, he had sketches of his daughter.  There, he had mildew creeping up on the corner of a window pane.

"Like it or not, if McGraw plans on returning, he'll destroy this base.  We leave now, and we won't have a place to come back to.  It'll be the same as our base all over again.

And if it's McGraw that personally did this, I think we'd be outgunned.  Unless..."

Alphonse leaned forward as he gazed at the night sky.  The clouds were a little far; maybe only the rabbit or the Ace would be able to fly fast enough to even call it an ambush.  Though, with night approaching, the cold air could drop them just low enough...

"...Roland, would you think the clouds are low and thick enough for an ambush?  I don't have any other options, other than personally killing the man himself. If we can't pull off an ambush, I wouldn't mind hijacking a locker.  Shouldn't be any different from breaking into a house."

Surprising, really, that so far there's only been anti-air combat.  If he only had adjusted for this, the decision wouldn't have been so difficult.  Still, the effort was too late.  All there was to do was to rationalize the best course of action.