Fortunately, Mr. Winters was overseeing the market stalls, the Supply Center, and most of the financial management. That allowed Tristan to focus on safeguarding the treasury and maintaining overall stability.
"Alright, everyone, gather up! We're doing a roll call for the supply run!"
Eagle clapped his hands sharply, not giving the six newcomers a chance to study the terrain or even figure out where they were in the hidden base. The sudden command snapped the atmosphere into order.
Before long, Dracon and his team lined up, followed by Gavel and several unfamiliar faces. Behind the rows of tall men, Melody quietly slipped in and hid herself among them, careful not to draw attention.
"You all know how this works," Eagle said as he paced in front of the line, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "Our base runs supply missions regularly to keep the warehouse stocked. Those who don't pull their weight here shouldn't expect free meals."
