"What the—?!"
It was an entirely understandable reaction.
After all, what in tarnation was that and who in their right mind would've expected a massive explosion in the middle of a special licensure examination?
For one horrifying moment, quite a few people genuinely thought the arena had come under a terrorist attack.
Cassian Veyra certainly did.
His eyes widened as he shot to his feet, his first instinct being to determine whether someone had acted without orders.
It certainly hadn't been him.
Nor had it been his father.
If there was anyone who wanted this examination to proceed without interruption, it was the Federation. They needed to witness every step of Oliver Mylor's manufacturing process, which was precisely why they'd assembled an entire department of scientists and engineers to study it in real time.
So what was this?
Had one of those idiots really dared interfere with the Federation's objectives?
