Albite slid down a slick concrete rampart - let his momentum carry him up - over - thrilled as gravity let him go for a few moments. The rush of freefall before catching himself and rolling into a run off another flat roof a story or two below. Hair done up with his wonderful cowry shell sash, because he was learning to do that - could only stand to trip over his dreads so much when doing these sorts of outings.

He made it a point to find all sorts of ways to entertain himself while he was on the hunt. Let his thoughts drift on what an absolute thing - the rift had been. Albite had loved every second of it, and while everyone else seemed miserable, and well...miserable? Albite had been having a good goddamned time of it.

The before, the during, the after.

It was the after - the whole of that - that'd spurred him into seeking out the General in question. A want of understanding. A want to punch his face, briefly. Just the one time, maybe. Like a kid staring through a microscope at something he didn't understand. What had been anger in the moments after the mission had slowly bled into curiosity, and fueled the 'want'; because there was what everyone was saying, all the rumors? Except he never worked that way. Didn't go off of the things people said. Had to see it for himself.

Little more than a basic description to run off of, a brief glance of green that'd come at the end of it all. He remembered other things better - the screaming yellow senshi and vibrant rainbow falcon that'd saved him. Time spent chilling in a tent with his self appointed pack - making his bossette the den mom for the lot of them as he'd forcibly shown them the merits of 'not standing out in the ******** lightning unprotected'. Scruffed them all into a tent. The spider rides, the centa-bat.

Wouldn't go looking in offices, because <******** offices as a whole, didn't do 'em, wouldn't do 'em - except for the one, but outside of that? ******** offices entirely.

No, he'd either find the guy on his own, running about topside. Or he'd find someone who knew him - Generals had people, subordinate's, were notoriously fodder for gossip mills with the lower ranks. Someone would know him surely. Better to figure out by word of mouth if he actually *had* to take a trip down into the dim depths of the 'verse and knock on an office door. Hoped that wasn't the case - because nothing good ever happened in offices....

Except the one, but that was different. He couldn't make that an association for all offices, what a hell that'd be.