For Your Sake (8)

A huge aircraft bearing the corporate logo of Beltech International Solutions flew over Area 49 at tremendous speed.

Unlike the dark streets of the old city, where only the occasional flames from barrels lit by homeless people could be seen, the new city—the aircraft’s destination—shimmered brilliantly beneath holograms and neon signs.

[We will arrive at our destination shortly.]

As the vehicle’s driving AI issued its calm guidance, the bald man sitting in the center seat let out a derisive chuckle and a deep snort.

“See? I told you I was right, didn’t I? I told you the culprits were those Ryan fuckers.”

The deep scar set into his face twisted as deeply as a wrinkle.

“That’s why I said we’d find them quickly if we just hit the warehouse with Ryan’s stupid character painted on it, instead of running around Area 49 for no reason. How many times did I tell you?”

“Yes, yes. You said you were being ignored every time.”

“Those damn desk jockeys. Jeez.”

His boss’s whining was nothing new, so the other subordinates simply let it pass without much thought...