"Aye!? Hey hey!"
"Ahh—!"
AR15 standing at the edge of the cabin door was caught off guard by HK416's push, causing her feet to slip directly off the edge of the cabin door, sending both her and M16, in her arms, tumbling downwards!
However, the height wasn't a problem for the special combat tactical dolls produced by 16lab. Their sturdy military-grade components ensured they could jump from high altitudes without sustaining any harm.
The only issue... was that AR15 was bearing twice her weight, with M16 being heavier, plus the weight of M16's weapons and the firepower support module...
Crack!
Adjusting her posture upon landing, AR15 immediately received an alert about damage to her base body!
Dislocation of knee joint fasteners, 23% torsional deformation of lower leg bones...
Bang!
Upon receiving the alert, AR15 frowned in response to the warning and the intense pain. Then, her hand slackened, and she directly threw M16 to the ground before herself, sitting down as well.
Meanwhile, aboard the aircraft, SOP2 at the cabin door hadn't let go yet, prompting MDR to squat beside her, holding up her phone to greet UMP9.
UMP9 somehow found a maintenance hammer and squatted in front of SOP2.
Instead of pushing her directly, she specifically used the hammer to strike SOP2's fingers clinging to the edge of the door.
Um...
Executioner and Hunter exchanged a glance, both shivering.
It was too cruel. Couldn't they just throw her down straightforwardly? What was the point of smashing someone's fingers here?
Luckily, it wasn't them suffering this treatment. Moreover, judging from the tactical doll's appearance, she likely didn't have a tactile feedback system in her hands. Those dark arms were still made of Sangvis Ferri parts... When did Griffin become so up-to-date?
Someone actually dare to use Sangvis Ferri parts?
"You scoundrels!"
Just as SOP2's fingers were reduced to only two, she roared and let go, falling down in the process.
But SOP2 evidently wasn't willing to drop directly like this. She immediately picked up her imprint weapon as she fell down, and the grenade launcher mounted under the gun barrel was aimed directly at the aircraft cabin!
Bang!
After a muffled sound, a grenade flew towards the aircraft door!
"Huah!"
MDR, who hadn't put away her phone in time, hurriedly caught the thing!
Fortunately, the distance was insufficient, the safety catch was not fully unlocked, and it didn't hit anything. There was no need to worry about it exploding for now...
"Stop fooling around and quickly throw that thing away."
Although there wouldn't be any problems even if it exploded inside the cabin, the equipment in the cockpit wasn't bulletproof.
It seemed necessary to install a partition between the cabin and the cockpit in the future using armored plates. That way, no matter how tumultuous the cabin became, there would be no need to worry about affecting the aircraft's normal operation.
"Oh oh." MDR quickly found a direction without anyone and threw away the grenade that hadn't exploded yet. It wouldn't be fun if SOP2 had installed a delayed fuse or a remote switch on the grenade.
"Damn it!"
SOP2, who had landed back on the ground, saw MDR throwing something away and waved her hand in anger.
However, when she saw the aircraft above her closing the cabin door directly, she abandoned the idea of launching another attack and turned to look at AR15 and M16.
"AR15! M16! Are you okay!?"
...
As for how the grand plot on Griffin's side was unfolding, Renault obviously didn't care. There were plenty of things to deal with at home. Who had time to bother with whether someone else's home was having a cozy moment or something else?
Watching Renault fiddle with the computer, first putting Intruder's neural core into a device, and now connecting the computer to Intruder's neural core, Hunter sitting beside him couldn't help but feel nervous.
What would this man... do with a Sangvis Ferri-made doll? Although Executioner had said not to worry, Hunter couldn't relax in the face of this heartless figure.
Fortunately, SPAS-12 accelerated, whether prompted by Renault's urging or simply wanting to hurry home for a good meal. When the aircraft returned to the open space of the factory area, M1 Garand and Nagant Revolver were already waiting below.
However, when the aircraft entered the hangar smoothly, the empty cabin disappointed Nagant Revolver a bit. She had thought Renault would bring something back this time.
"Commander, about Commander Angelia earlier..."
Seeing Renault coming out with a toolbox and a container for Intruder's neural core, M1 Garand immediately approached and briefed Renault on Angelia's situation.
Nagant Revolver, on the other hand, approached UMP45 and the others, chattering away about the itinerary of this mission. "Was there anything interesting at the William Port?"
"Nothing at all. We didn't even make it to William Port. We just unloaded the goods at a not-too-remote airport." UMP40 sighed.
Although she also wanted to undertake more missions to repay Renault for bringing her back, unfortunately, this mission was as simple as it could get. Even without them, Renault could have completed this commission alone.
"Yeah, really. Besides taking a look at the port from above, we didn't see anything else. When we were unloading, there was even a bunch of weirdos watching us." UMP9 sighed as well.
"Well, no matter what, we're back now. There's no need to worry about these things. By the way, who's going to write the mission report?"
"Mission report? Do we still need to write such things?" Hearing HK416's words, SPAS-12 who was coming down from the aircraft with her belongings was suddenly startled.
How come she didn't remember having to write such a thing?
"Um..."
With SPAS-12's exclamation, HK416 immediately realized. They were no longer with Griffin; they were with Renault now. Obviously, tasks like documenting missions weren't necessary here.
After all, there were only a few missions, and Renault went along with them. There was simply no need to leave records.
Moreover, the situation here in Renault's place wasn't suitable for leaving behind paper documents or electronic files. There weren't even databases or servers here.
"By the way, what are we having for dinner later? I wonder if G36 has cooked anything delicious. But let's go to G3 first and ask for some dessert to fill our stomachs!"
SPAS-12 quickly threw the matter of reporting behind and ran out excitedly.
HK416 and the others did the same, chatting as they headed towards the underground elevator.
At this moment, only Executioner and Hunter were left, standing foolishly beside the aircraft, with Executioner still holding the remains of Intruder.
"Aren't they afraid we'll run away?"
Hunter leaning against Executioner's back was completely taken aback by the scene.