On the bridge of the Horn Number airship, John sat in his chair, idly playing with a shell pendant in his hand, while gazing boredly at the smoke-covered hills in the distance.
A man in a white lab coat stood beside him, whose fanatical demeanor sharply contrasted with the boredom on his face.
The man's name was Martin, a biologist from the colony on the West Coast of the Great desert, and reportedly a Resident of the refuge.
John didn't really like this guy.
Not because this guy was a Blue Ground Squirrel, but because he was uncomfortable from head to toe.
Maybe it was because he often dealt with corpses; he had a corpse-like smell about him.
Nevertheless, this guy came with a letter of introduction from General Giulion.
Even if John didn't like him, it wasn't quite appropriate to dismiss him so unceremoniously.
Besides, these days, it's not easy to find a Blue Ground Squirrel who favors the Army.
In the end, this guy was on his side.