Sholok's face twisted in frustration, her heart bleeding with every thought of their stolen goods. Turning to Chuck, her voice hardened. "We were awarded an official contract to develop Wyrmtrace, yet the military's inaction here is… deeply disappointing."
Chuck almost laughed out loud at the audacity but kept his gaze icy. "If any of you are unhappy, you're welcome to leave Wyrmtrace. We'll find new developers."
They'd clawed their way to get that development permit in the first place, savoring the profits while stirring up trouble. And now they wanted sympathy?
Chuck's expression said it all—he intended to do absolutely nothing.
Bernard, cornered and fuming, decided to raise the stakes. "Let's bring in another Supreme and wipe out the Stellar Caravan for good!"
An old man in the group hesitated. "That would cost us a fortune—assuming we even find a Supreme who's willing."
