Loyal Brother exhaled a ring of smoke and patted the black helmet on his desk, then said to the two distinctive subordinates in front of him:
"And then, our team's medium to long-term task is to help me get this Transia Armament Factory up and running. Once this is done well, my voice in Transylvania will rise with the tide, which will be very helpful for the advancement of our later missions.
Moreover, once we have a base, it'll be easier to 'add sand' to the mix, and doing armament work is obviously the best choice in the Transian environment."
"Hey, boss, isn't this a little too high-profile? Didn't the higher-ups say to scout first without alarming them?"
The tall "Mustard micro-fool" couldn't help but ask:
"Won't such initiative expose you?
We can't even figure out what courier channels they use to deliver stuff now, it's just like dealing with aliens. These past few days, we've practically gone blind from monitoring without any trace."
