Surprisingly, Flanegan had conducted his responsibilities just as a TOR would do on the first day of production. He prepared the men, spearheaded workflow arrangements, plotted manpower schedules, and checked raw material inventories. He was actually skillful.
However, Lance knew that Flanegan was playing a game. And he should outwit Flanegan to prevent a fatal fall. Lance promised himself that if ever Flanegan would do clandestine sabotage like before, he would punch him in the face this time.
As soon as he arrived at his condominium, he found his fabrication table was empty. Damian successfully hauled the Ultragenerator to the rebel camp.
All he needed to do was escape from his bodyguard's watch. His vision trained outside through his transparent wall. His fear of being caught by the Abominated humans still lingered. There was no news on the whereabouts of those creatures. The thought of it worried him.
