Felix Caelus

Stratos tends to be an early riser and it's already starting to get light far to the north Haafingar. Still, he's expecting a good hour of sleep or more before the insistent pip of his hidden-away PINpoint prompts him to roll over and check it. Just in case it's not Felix sending him a picture of some ridiculous Earth outfit or Nekomata making acerbic commentary on her current assignment.

It's neither.

Jim has to wait a good ten minutes before Stratos is remotely awake enough to process what he's reading.

I can. What incident? Clothes. He needs to get his clothes, hidden away at the bottom of his trunk. He pulls off his outer clothes to dress hurriedly. He'll need to check those co-ordinates carefully... leave a note for his staff that he's on urgent business...