"...."
Team leader Dains carefully placed the documents on some tissues.
"What do you mean by 'safe'?"
"I mean what I said."
Team leader Dains frowned.
"How can you guarantee that?"
Alan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Fidel, you guys are worried that he might be related to that terrorist group, right? You've also asked him to prove himself."
"Right."
Alan leaned back on the chair.
"What I'm saying is that you don't have to be worried about him being related to those fools because there is something bigger for you to worry about."
"...."
Team leader Dains looked at the stained papers with sad eyes. He had been working on them for hours. After putting some other tissue on them, he glared at Alan again.
"...Was that meant to comfort me?"
Alan stretched his legs out with an annoyed face.
"Why are you guys so stubborn? You pretend to be so smart when you can't do shit!"
"What-"
