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Mikael had taken the event from a couple of days ago rather easily despite feeling rather disturbed by it. But there was no rest in what to do, trying to report the event to the police was pointless as they refered to the interpol operation which was doing their best to try and help out the web crisis on the SAO case. Their europeen joint operations had problems with maintaining their forces and cooperation with countries such as the US, Germany, France, Finland and several other countries in and outside of the EU.
While progress was being made the amount of data to analyze for them added a load of work which heavily delayed the plans for counter measures. Mikael had spent more time catching up on the situation as a whole for europe than he had been able to act in-game, even going to the extent of skipping a few classes.
However it had been worth his time to catch up on the bigger picture of things.
Mikael's own intended actions was set for him, being brave to a fault it was time to weave a trap to lure more of the LC out into play. What to do though? the way things were going outside SAO were anarchistic movements appearing all around, both small and major ones, but their goal had to be greater than such...
What could they gain from the chaos? A smokescreen for said theorized goal?

However what disturbed Mikael the most were how smooth and steadily the LC was advancing.

Draging his fingers through his hair Mikael checked the equipment and stretched his arms before diving in with his NerveGear.

Spawning in town once more for the third time since the event (never venturing to try and advance his character during those times but rather trying to collect information from other players though without any success. All he heard was that some so called random girl had APPEARENTLY, though false, BEATEN an potential LC suspect to a bloody pulp a couple of days ago or so).
Lets see if if I can nail a message to that beginner from a couple of days ago. That smart kid... What was his name again?

Frustration grew at Mikael quickly as he just couldn't remember the name...
"Aaaah, got freaking damn it... *Vad i helvete heter han nu igen?!" Mikael yelled throwing out his Swedish into the open town square as if someone would hear his prayers...

Hope this was an okey thing to do?
If so you won't see this much either way, just on rare events of frustrations involving Mikael and will always come with an translation.

*1 "What the hell was his name again!?"
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