"Commissions? That's a good idea, but unfortunately, people like us simply can't get the usual kind of commissions."
Even if we could, he wouldn't want to take those cheap ones.
Activities like guarding wealthy districts and maintaining public order were better left to Griffin; he didn't have the leisure for that.
In the future, they might even bid farewell to the Security contractor profession. After all, being able to afford to hire them and having the commission align with Renault's interests was highly improbable.
"Then are there no other jobs available?" Seeing Renault's unresponsive expression, Scarecrow sighed.
Even the jobs at the vertical farms had been taken over by the Rippers and Vespids. CF05 and NZ75 were now completely liberated from the vertical farms.
These days, the two of them were experimenting with making things like strawberry preserves and chili sauce.
"Not at the moment. It's just too idle. You can learn from Intruder." Renault gestured to the deck outside as he spoke.
Intruder had somehow gotten a bunch of ropes and was tying up Dinergates, leading them around the deck like dogs on a leash.
It was unclear what she was trying to accomplish.
Seeing Intruder's antics outside, Scarecrow raised an eyebrow. "Forget it. I'd rather not mess around with the Dinergates like her. It's better to go hunt seagulls with Hunter."
Renault shrugged. He couldn't help, and there wasn't anything for Scarecrow to do anyway.
While the data for installing weapons had been sorted out, it was clear that the inventory in the warehouse wasn't enough to tinker with large weapons suitable for the ship. Most of the materials obtained from S09 had been used in constructing the ship. What was left was just some leftover scraps and common materials, insufficient for weapon manufacturing.
If he wanted to make weapons, that wouldn't be enough.
These days he was asking around to see where else he could procure materials. Eventually, he'd have something for Scarecrow to do.
...
"Wow! I can't believe we have such a luxurious base right next to us! It's ridiculous. Why didn't we use such a good place earlier?" Gentiane complained, bringing G36, who had been dispatched to her base by headquarters, to the base mentioned in the notice.
This visit was to discuss how to deal with the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing's Plan Parapluie.
However, information about Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing was hard to come by.
So far, apart from the name of the project, they hadn't figured out what exactly Sangvis was planning.
After exchanging greetings with several Griffin colleagues inside the base, Helian also stepped out. It was surprising that Griffin's proxy agents would come to such a frontline area.
But simulated training... using dynamic terrain simulation training grounds, it was luxurious just to think about it. They didn't know how much power it consumed to activate it.
After some distracted simulated battles with a few colleagues, Gentiane breathed a sigh of relief. In her mind, she was still thinking about the upcoming meeting. She didn't know what they would discuss this time. If they could uncover the true nature of the 'Parapluie' through discussion, they probably wouldn't need to rush from their respective bases to here.
Just as Gentiane was lost in thought, the communication headset she had been wearing suddenly beeped. The voice coming through was M4A1, who had left her base just a few days ago.
"M4? How have you been these past two days? Do you need me for anything?"
Hearing the familiar voice of M4, Gentiane was somewhat surprised.
However, now that she was in this base, she didn't have any spare T-Dolls under her command. If M4 requested support, she might not be able to help.
"...Unsafe... please be ready..."
M4A1's voice came urgently, but unfortunately, the signal appeared to be weak, making it sound intermittent.
After listening for a while, Gentiane couldn't make sense of it.
Boom!
Just as Gentiane was about to ask her nearby colleagues about the signal problem, the sound of explosions suddenly rang out above their heads.
At the same time, both the ceiling and the floor began to tremble!
Boom! Crash!
Gentiane only managed to shout "Take cover!" before the approaching explosions sounded outside the training room they were in!
The windows of the training room were shattered, and even the walls were blown down in large pieces!
Gentiane was unlucky enough to be hit in the head by several pieces of debris, and before she could get up from the ground, her vision was already covered by a bright red blood.
"Commander Gentiane!" Seeing Gentiane's condition, several colleagues rushed over to help her up from the ground.
Gentiane gasped for air, feeling intense pain all over her body. Fortunately, she wasn't missing any limbs.
"I'm fine. We're too close to the ground here! Quickly, evacuate downward!"
...
"Huh? Scarecrow, why did you suddenly think of coming over to help?" Seeing Scarecrow suddenly appear in the kitchen, CF05 and NZ75 were both a little surprised.
Scarecrow, although usually quite diligent, wasn't keen on coming to the kitchen area. Even if she did, it was usually to eat ready-made meals. She didn't seem to have any intention of helping in the kitchen.
Of course, part of the reason was G36. Although there were more T-Dolls at home now, she and G3, along with a few assistants, were enough to handle cooking.
As for the other T-Dolls, G36 was hesitant to let them into the kitchen, especially after the psychological trauma caused by M1 Garand's trickery.
Unless they already possessed cooking skills, G36 wouldn't let them come into the kitchen to help.
However, CF05 and NZ75 were exceptions. After all, CF05 already knew how to cook, and she was particularly skilled in making hotpot bases.
These days, they had been experimenting with how to turn surplus fruits into canned goods, so G36 didn't drive them away.
But they didn't expect Scarecrow to be so restless. With nothing else to do, it seemed that only CF05 and NZ75 needed some help.
However, it was probably just manual labor. Although this kind of work could be done by the Rippers, Scarecrow really didn't want to remain idle. So be it, let her do some physical activity.