Cal started panicking. Too many programs that she had set up were turning up answers/problems all at the same time. Everything was erupting all at once!
First, the search program had turned up the stolen suit's beacon as one of a disused Gundam. Horrible luck, if that Angel person had stolen it. Second, the suit was registering in a remote Rocky Mountain base which had been abandoned as too hard to maintain. The signal was pretty weak because there were no satellites in position to catch it. Cal was only getting it because she had hacked into the nearby cell phone antennas in order to possibly get a better lock on the intrusion into the database... she had gotten lucky.
Unfortunately, the higher ups were apparently monitering what she was doing, and someone understood what she had found, because the base alarms had gone off, and the noises were distracting her from the program that had caught her eye. Ah... so her target's house telephone bug had finally paid off. A person's voice signature matching that of one of the Gundam pilots had called her house and left a message. Her program had had time enough to triangulate a specific region of the country he was in (New Mexico, Utah, Arizona area) and she had gotten the number of his cell phone. She quickly coded this information into strings of numbers... no way those OZ people were getting that info until she was good and ready to give it up.
Cal caught a small intrusion to the system that had happened while she was paying attention to the bug and tracer. It wasnt as obvious, but whoever was hacking it had accessed the tracker files for... Angel. someone else had noticed she was gone.
Then a real-time video popped up on her screen over the now interminable string of numbers, showing her target, Ivalia, practically attacking a random grunt. Cal's eyes widened... can you say anger problems? Then it clicked... Ivalia was looking for Angel. She had been heading in to the orgination of the alarms, but being waylaid she had cornered a grunt to ask for information....
Okay, screw OZ's instructions... she was going to the root of the problem, and asking some straight answers.