"What happened to Persica?" M16, who had just finished her meal in the cafeteria and was heading back to her dormitory to dig out some stock for a good drink, saw Persica sitting in the laboratory, looking burnt out, before she even reached the dormitory.
"Uh, hush! Keep your voice down. Something seems to have gone wrong with her research. It looks like something is missing from the file," RO635, who was holding a bag of snacks and about to watch TV, whispered to M16.
Hearing RO635's words, M16 immediately understood that she had to be careful not to be caught by Persica. Now was a rare vacation time, and she couldn't risk being pulled into any dangerous tasks due to Persica's whim.
Although this idea might be a bit unfair to Persica, they really wanted to take this opportunity to rest.
After walking away from the door of Persica's laboratory, M16 asked RO635 about M4's situation.
"By the way, where is M4? I haven't seen her since noon."
"Well, she saw AR15 and SOP2 all changed into new bodies, so she's feeling a little down. She should be with Commander Gentiane to help and relax."
"Well, how can helping Commander Gentiane be called relaxation..." Shaking her head, M16 waved to RO, "I have to go back for a drink. Call me if you need anything."
Previously, Gentiane led her own dolls to attack the Sangvis Ferri, but did not provoke a counterattack from them. Moreover, those Sangvis Ferri units, possibly having received some information, unexpectedly retreated farther from the Griffin base.
So now, in Gentiane's base, most of the dolls are on shift rotation. However, the AR Team did not take turns to rest due to their special nature. They were completely on holiday. M4 probably felt a little guilty since they didn't engage in any actual combat during the previous mission.
"M4, I really don't need help here. If there's anything, let Kalina do it. After all, we can't let that guy get paid for nothing."
"Huh? But..."
"Okay, okay, I just hit my head. It's nothing. I will be alive and kicking when I return to headquarters in two days. Go back and rest."
"Hit... But you didn't..." How could it be a hit on the head? Didn't she hear Kalina say that Gentiane's skull was almost penetrated by shrapnel this time?
"No! There is absolutely no serious injury! Impossible! It doesn't exist! Go and rest! I just need to confirm the specific procedures of the operation with Agent Helian later."
Gentiane, who finally pulled M4 out of the combat command room, raised her hand to wipe the sweat and scratched the bandage on her head awkwardly.
To be honest, the wound on her head no longer hurts. It's not that the wound has worsened. Gentiane herself estimated that the wound should have healed, and the scalp under the bandage is just a little itchy.
Before returning to headquarters, she must find a way to visit the barber shop. At least she can't go out with a weird hairstyle. Otherwise, Griffin's reputation will be damaged for no reason, and she will really be deducted from her salary.
...
"There's still an hour to get there? Isn't that too fast? Wait, why is the scene outside the window blurry?" While Gentiane was having a headache about her hairstyle, Charlotte was very comfortable.
Renault's spaceship had almost all kinds of drinks, and they tasted great. Most importantly, there was a group of dolls to chat with, and you could even pet cats!
Is this heaven?
Fortunately, Charlotte is the top reporter at the station and did not melt directly into this comfortable environment. Instead, she asked Vera about their arrival time.
After learning from Vera that they would reach their destination in about an hour, Charlotte stood up from the sofa in shock and leaned over to the porthole to look out.
She tried to confirm with her naked eyes how fast the spaceship was now.
"It's nothing, it's just ordinary cruising speed, not fast. When we went to Port William, it only took a little over an hour." MDR looked up at Charlotte lying on the porthole, then lowered her head to continue fiddling with the camera equipment.
Renault had told them before that the man who called himself Kevin who carried this equipment up was actually an agent. In the absence of certainty about what the other party would do after arriving at the destination, the subsequent filming work would most likely be done by MDR and Vera.
Anyway, Renault does not intend to place an agent next to his target, even if that guy's purpose is also to protect Charlotte.
"Is that so? But the outside of this window looks..."
Charlotte, who was still a little curious about why the scene outside the window was blurry, subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch the porthole under the influence of alcohol.
But Vera, who came to her senses, quickly pulled her back, "Ahem, this is just a small problem, forget about touching it, the window next to it is normal."
While pulling Charlotte back, Vera pointed to the window. The blurry scenery was, of course, because there was a layer of oil on the window! You could even see the handprints!
And Charlotte seemed to be a little drunk, her steps unsteady.
If she had known, she would not have let her drink wine casually just now!
MDR seemed to have seen Vera's worry and waved her hand indifferently, "Hey, it's okay, there are still a few days before the press conference officially starts. It doesn't matter if you're drunk. Come and help me see how to use this?"
After seeing the clouds outside from another porthole, Charlotte felt a little dizzy and hurriedly took two steps to return to the sofa.
However, when she was still one meter away from the sofa, there was a sudden vibration under her feet, which made Charlotte, who was already a little unstable, sit down directly on the ground.
"What's going on!?"
Not to mention Charlotte with misty eyes, MDR jumped up vigilantly. The spacecraft had never experienced this degree of vibration since it took off!
Could it be that there is something wrong with the spacecraft engine? The spacecraft had been flying in the sky for days without landing. Could it be that Renault had not repaired the engine for several months, so the spacecraft now had a problem?
"Ah, sorry, everyone, there is no problem, please don't panic, it's just an anti-aircraft missile that hit the tail thruster."
As if hearing MDR's question, wz.29's answer soon sounded from the broadcast inside the spacecraft.