After Mai left, Tristan picked up his finished paperwork and left his office to see Damien. He walked down the corridor to the stairwell that led to the lower levels of the base.
Multiple sets of guards were posted at every important intersection, ensuring that no one unauthorized would make it through.
"Sir," they greeted Tristan respectfully. Everyone in the organization knew that this skinny, scholarly man was the leader’s right-hand man. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Tristan nodded silently and continued to walk further down the hall until he reached a beautifully carved door.
He lifted his hand and elegantly knocked on the door with his knuckles.
"Come in," Damien’s voice sounded from inside.
"Boss, I’ve finished drafting the documents. I also have a bit of news to share," said Tristan respectfully.
"Take a seat, let’s hear it," Damien said casually, pointing to the chair in front of him. Tristan walked over and did as he was told.
"Firstly, Mai came by today for an update. One of her members secured a very large supply of medical supplies, denying them to the government base," he said calmly.
Damien nodded. "Good, from my understanding, we needed those supplies. Denying the government base is an added bonus."
"I have promoted Mai. She will lead a second team to gather more information on the government’s movements," Tristan replied. "The next thing I wanted to update you on—after Grant confirmed the bullets to be a REN Corp. product, I sent Dillon to scavenge the fallen REN Corp. facility. He should be there today or tomorrow."
"I knew Julian was a sneaky weasel," laughed Damien. "Good. I hope Dillon can find something useful there. Keep me updated on that situation."
Tristan nodded and got up to leave, leaving Damien alone in his room once more.
"Ah, Julian. Just wait until I find you. I have a special surprise just for you!" Damien smiled.
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On the other side of Damien’s underground base, Dillon was getting ready for the mission Tristan had assigned to him a few days ago. He was supposed to go to one of REN Corp’s fallen facilities and bring back anything that could be of use.
He knew that these facilities were where REN Corp. produced most of its high-tech weaponry, so finding even a small prototype could help propel Damien’s ambitions further.
"Baby, are you sure you have to go? I’ll miss you so much," purred Krissy from the bed. Her life had only improved since moving here. Dillon was getting promoted, and she got to flaunt her status as his woman.
Most of the women in the base ended up spending a lot of time together, and their favorite pastime was flaunting their man’s achievements and status to each other. Inside Krissy’s small circle, she had the highest ’status’ among the women and enjoyed the endless flattery and attention.
Dillon didn’t even turn back to face her. "Yeah, if I do a good job here, I’ll get promoted even higher," he explained quickly.
Krissy’s eyes sparkled at his words. If Dillon were to get another promotion, they’d get to move to an even better apartment. She would also be one of the rare ’senior’ ladies in the base, garnering even more respect!
"Please be careful. I’ll be waiting for you to return," she said in a seductive voice. She had quickly gotten used to her role as a ’pleaser’ for Dillon, even embracing it. Seeing how people lived outside the base, or even in the lower ranks of the new recruits, her life was one of luxury, and she didn’t want to lose it.
Dillon grunted in reply and got up to meet with Ace and another leader under him named Cal. For this mission, he was going to bring as many people as he could, ensuring success.
As he walked over to their designated meeting spot, he saw the two team leaders waiting for him.
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