Is it probably so? Is it, or it isn't?
Gentiane didn't receive a definitive answer, but it's probably best not to delve too deeply into this matter.
However, she was somewhat surprised. Even though the tents were already set up, none of Renault's tactical dolls wanted to stay here. They all carried ground mats and sleeping bags, preparing to sleep in the helicopter cabin.
She clearly saw there were still plenty of folding beds in the boxes.
Abusing tactical dolls?
It didn't seem like it...
After all, right after that, Renault took out a whole set of portable gas stoves and started making coffee, frying eggs, and bacon.
The whole scene didn't seem like they were here for a mission; it looked more like a picnic with his subordinates.
And Renault's tactical dolls didn't show any surprise at this.
They looked at their commander cooking for them as if it were perfectly natural. Of course, it wasn't just Renault; G3 also helped out.
But there wasn't much help to offer.
There was only one stove, and the space was enough for one person to stand. Two people standing there would be a bit crowded.
Sitting on a chair with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, watching the workers busy outside the tent, Gentiane was feeling a bit bewildered.
Could security contractors really be this leisurely on a mission?
Renault didn't mention specifically what they would be doing today.
The official start of the exhibition was tomorrow morning, so they would probably maintain this relaxed state until then, right?
And... She now seriously doubted what would happen to her job evaluation if this commission went smoothly from start to finish.
Would it be considered a pass or a fail?
However, this state of affairs didn't last long. It was just one day, and Renault, who had been holed up in the tent all day, finally came out with Gentiane and her tactical dolls.
By now, it was completely dark outside. Normally, it was time to rest at this hour, and there were no lighting devices around the exhibition venue.
The whole area, except for the guard post at the entrance, was pitch black.
The exhibition venue, which had seemed busy during the day, was now quiet, with only a few members of Kyle's group scattered around the entrances, coming and going.
"Everything looks normal?"
After walking around the perimeter of the venue with Renault and the tactical dolls, Gentiane asked Renault.
"Yeah, everything seems normal, but there are still quite a few people watching from a distance."
"A few troublemakers also attempted to probe the servers in the venue, but they were all blocked back by the native firewall here. It seems like there shouldn't be any problems today."
UMP45 added, glancing in the direction of the venue. It was unclear if Kyle' people had noticed these attempts.
Attacks?
Hearing UMP45's words, Gentiane suddenly remembered that they hadn't visited the server room in the exhibition hall.
If someone really breached the firewall of the server room and spread viruses on the public network in this area...
The situation could become uncontrollable!
Many of the heavy equipment exhibited there were autonomous units, including armored vehicles and mechs.
If these large devices were controlled by someone, it would be almost impossible for them to control the situation with just their small team!
"Commander Renault! We..."
Thinking of this, Gentiane immediately thought of contacting the organizers here and informing them of the attack on their server room.
Although it couldn't guarantee complete safety, as long as those guys were made aware, it would surely have some effect.
"No need. Saying too much is useless, and even if you did, those guys wouldn't believe it. Griffin's actions this time were already quite underhanded. It's impossible for the organizers not to have some resentment. Especially after seeing Griffin hand over the security contract to an unknown security contractor like me, their resentment will only grow stronger. Besides, as the organizers of an exhibition of heavy weapon equipment, they must have full confidence in their own technology. They would rather something really went wrong this time than admit any flaws in their defense measures."
"This..."
"Alright, stop thinking too much. As long as we ensure that no one dares to sneak in within our jurisdiction, that's enough. Also, pay attention to those trucks. The exhibition has been set up recently, and it's unlikely that large trucks will enter until the exhibition ends. Just be vigilant."
"Commander, we caught someone sneaking in trying to steal a car."
AK47 walked over from a distance, lifting the figure she was holding and shouting to Renault.
"Just throw them out."
At this point, there were quite a few vehicles parked around the exhibition perimeter, most of them driven by exhibition workers who had already returned to the city in vehicles provided by the organizers. These vehicles were tempting targets for these thieves.
Located in a remote area with scarce security personnel and few residents nearby, no one would come out wandering around in the middle of the night.
So stealing a car from here, then driving out of the city and selling it elsewhere, would fetch a considerable reward. That's why there were quite a few people eyeing this exhibition venue.
However, at this moment, there was only one idiot who had jumped over the surrounding wall from the outside and made a move, the one that AK47 had just thrown out.
The others were all outside watching.
"Aren't there security guards at the gate? Even if he steals the car, he won't be able to drive it away, right?"
"Exactly. There must be accomplices. They may be lurking around the guard booth. Take care of them," Renault instructed.
Hearing this, Gentiane nodded. It finally felt like a security assignment.
As Gentiane headed toward the guard booth, Renault gestured for SPAS-12 to accompany her, ensuring she remained safe.
Meanwhile, PPSh-41 and MG3, receiving orders from Gentiane for the first time, tensed up and raised their weapons, scanning the shadows around the guard booth.
As for FN-49, she was already nervous, but now seemed the most composed.
Click!
Just as Gentiane could make out the security guard dozing off in the booth, a sharp, short sound rang out from the green belt outside the gate...