Ace ended up standing in the three-hour line with all five of his men. He forbade them from speaking because he felt like his mental state was already close to snapping.
When they finally made it to the counter, Ace's eyes bulged at the cost of getting a resident card.
"But we just paid to get in; why do we need to pay again?" he cried out.
The registration staff member sighed; she'd heard this question so many times today.
"I apologize, sir, but these are the rules of the base," she said for the thousandth time that day.
She handed him the paperwork and told him where to turn in the goods for payment.
Ace calculated the cost with what they brought and frowned. They would need to pay half of the supplies they brought just to register!
Grumbling, he made a note to complain that the information they were given by Leader Mai's team was outdated.
