"Another one. The commander's ship is still really noticeable enough, so no one will even pay attention to us small players."
"Isn't this a good thing? Those guys can't do anything about the commander's ship anyway," BM59 said, shaking the coffee cup in her hand as she watched the street where various personnel, each in disguise, walked toward the private airport.
MP40, who had just spoken, also sighed. "That said, but if these guys gather too many of them, the commander's side might have a bit of difficulty dealing with them, right?"
Most importantly, after these two or three days had passed, there were already quite a number of reporters who had noticed the situation at the airport. With personnel from many forces all gathering at the airport, this kind of situation was obviously unusual.
Unusual situations could often be equated with 'big news.' Those reporters were like sharks that smelled blood, mingling among the personnel of various forces and running to the airship to collect material.
Although those large and small forces dared not directly target Renault's ship, those reporters would have no scruples. They probably had the first drafts of their news already written, waiting to be sent to the printing houses to be printed and published.
Statesec could control the TV stations, but it couldn't control so many small newspaper companies. Once this news got out, those guys in Statesec would have a headache.
"Well, that's true. Is there anyone who hasn't gone back yet?"
"All of them have already gone back; it's just the two of us left here counting people. HK416, who just took G11 to buy movie discs, are the last ones."
"Oh? The drunkards Simonov and the girls aren't the last ones this time?"
BM59 and MP40 said as they got up and walked towards the airport.
Although Renault did not state that he wanted them to gather, most of the dolls decided to return to the interior of the airship after discussing the matter.
Because the rumors about the airship had been spreading more and more outrageously, they were worried that if they continued like this, the military might directly come to their door.
Moreover, they had been wandering around the city for three days, and the places they could go had already been measured by their feet. There was a world of difference between the mobility of dolls and that of humans.
They had already been to most of the places around, and they had bought seven or eight things. Staying here any longer was just passing the time.
But since staying here would cause the situation to escalate, of course, they wouldn't choose to stay in this city.
Who knows what the commander was thinking, staying in the workroom for the past few days and not coming out. Was the doll that Angelia brought here that interesting?
The two of them avoided the reporters who were blocking their way and returned directly to the interior of the ship through the cargo door, returning just in time to see Simonov with a rag in her hand, performing maintenance on the gunship.
"Huh? That's pretty rare, Simonov, you're actually doing maintenance on the gunship? Shouldn't you all be already drunk by this time?" Seeing Simonov busy, MP40 asked with some surprise.
"Huh? Hey, hey, don't think so badly of me, okay? That's usually. Now there are so many people outside, I wouldn't dare to get drunk."
What if she got drunk and Renault found someone else to pilot the gunship?
She had spent a lot of money on the leather hide, and yesterday she had been swindled by P90 with a handmade fee to get the gunship's driver's seat, which was brand new! The first person to sit on it out of battle had to be her! It couldn't be anyone else!
Otherwise, what was the point of spending all that money?
As she mentioned, there were so many people outside, and although most of them were guarding the outside of the airport and not making any moves, there were already quite a few journalists hanging around the cargo door trying to blend in.
These reporters weren't all human; there were still a lot of civilian dolls. It was hard to guarantee that one or two of them weren't sent specifically to mix into the airship wanting to do something.
She just liked to drink, but she wasn't stupid.
Of course, not far from A-91, who could keep the wine in hand and not get drunk, she was very envious.
After all, no matter how much they drank, she became more sober.
How come she didn't have this function? Let the commander change it out for her some other day?
Just as Simonov was absentmindedly polishing the gunship, BM59 and MP40 returned to the cargo bay, and the cargo bay door at the rear of the ship suddenly began to slowly close.
Noticing the movement of the cargo bay door, the two of them subconsciously looked towards the location of the cargo bay door switch.
The only switches that could open and close the cargo bay door, besides the emergency switch that was usually hidden, were the bridge and the console in the cargo bay.
At this moment, Executioner was leaning with her large blade, standing next to the console and yawning in boredom.
"Are we taking off?" BM59 asked, waving her hand towards Executioner, who was usually quite talkative, and after a little bit of no hostile stance issues,
BM59 thought that Executioner was just slightly big-headed guy.
"Yawn, well, it should be. What the commander said before was, when everyone comes back, close the cargo bay door. Hey, can't do without it. Before you guys came back, several desperate journalists tried to sneak in, so I can only stand guard here now."
Patting the battle blade in her hand, Executioner said helplessly.
If it wasn't for those guys, there would be no need for her to stay in the cargo hold at all.
Moreover, because the Rippers and their bodies were all the original Sangvis' ones, Renault had forbidden them to come to the cargo hold and wander around. So the job of guarding fell on dolls like Executioner, who had already changed their bodies.
"Eh, are those reporters so desperate?" BM59 couldn't help but say with some sweat.
"Well, they're all just dolls anyway. As long as there's an order, those guys definitely won't care about anything. By the way, BM59, your little princess just had a crazy time with Cream and the girls. You'd better hurry back to take a look at them, or else in a while..."
"I'm on my way!"
Executioner didn't even finish her words before BM59 threw down MP40 beside her and rushed towards the direction of the dormitory in a flurry of smoke.
As for why... of course, it's the ragdoll cat that BM59 is very fond of.
The ragdoll cat that usually behaves well actually played with Cream and the three of them... how to think about it, she had a bad feeling!
"Nah, Executioner, did the commander say what to do about this situation now?"
Shortly after BM59 left, MP40, who hadn't yet had time to leave the cargo bay, pointed at a figure by the cargo bay door, asking somewhat helplessly towards Executioner.