With a deep sigh, Caraway scanned over the instructions he was given in the morning deliberately, retaining the information as best as he could. In a quest for his political status in Galbadia, it was suggested he visit each of the remaining Gardens in an attempt to repair broken bridges after the last conflict.
“Yes, Galbadia may have been responsible for the missile launch, but not under direct authority from the late President Deling or myself.” Caraway read from the papers to himself in a low mumble. What a load of crap, he thought. Considering today’s Garden was Balamb, Fury found himself a bit tense, as he mindlessly adjusted his wardrobe.
The driver spoke to the General, indicating they had arrived. Fury was meant to meet an instructor in the city and drive to the Garden, according to his files. Stepping out of the vehicle, which already made him apprehensive, he felt incredibly out of place in this small, seaside town.