The Baron could try.
Provided he doesn’t burn before he even gets there.
Kyle, for one, had somehow forgotten how ruthless their Captain was.
Months of seeing him calm, restrained, and ever so vomit-inducingly gentle had allowed Kyle to temporarily mask the true identity of this monster.
One that was currently prowling while waiting for the next prey he could toy with.
And the poor adjutant regretted why he wasn’t the one who ended up obsessed with plants, for if Kyle had been popping out lettuce children here and there, then he would be out there attending the lecture on aquaponics and not here plotting revenge.
He could’ve been there with the sunshines and rainbows team and not with the lighting tribulation one-man army.
But, alas, there were people to roast and maybe a few who needed personal time in the void.
"Captain, all the trackers are in place, and so far, it’s only Baron Firth who has been moving."
"That’s a given. The rest are waiting to see what would happen." Xavier cocked his head to the side as a finger tapped rhythmically on the desk.
This was something they expected.
Well, in particular, Xavier, Kyle, and Ollie.
It was just that Ollie imagined scenes similar to those dramas he liked to watch at night, and not really something to the likes of what was really happening.
Such as the daily security breaches and attempts to target clients.
But if it were up to Xavier, he’d rather they never find out.
In his opinion, their job was to innovate and reap the benefits of their hardwork, while his job was to make sure they were able to keep on doing that safely.
Also, which idiot would want to inform his wife about this long list of monsters if it would only give him added stress?
But he also wasn’t stupid enough not to warn the little chipmunk about the dangers they were encountering.
And so a list had been compiled, one that had numbered to over 400.
Honestly the number had been lower than expected, but this was likely because the outside perimeter alone had hundreds of security details waiting for their respective bosses.
Not to mention the fact that this was Planet Nova, home of the Empire’s Military Headquarters. But if even the Imperial Palace could be attacked, what would stop the truly desperate?
Nothing, save for the unlikely ally they found—the pocket dimension itself.
Apparently, unlike the Dungeon Space, pocket dimensions were created with the will of the original maker, and this particular dimension was made with peace in mind.
And this was partly how they had been able to weed out assailants that managed to make it through initial screening.
The door wouldn’t open. In fact, it wouldn’t even be there for people with malice.
But while this sounds like a fool-proof way of safeguarding the facility, it only considers those people who were active participants.
What do you do with people who didn’t even know they’ve been implicated?
And that was exactly why Xavier and Kyle had been working with the people of the Duchy to ensure round the clock monitoring.
For the Baron’s latest attempt could’ve gone wrong had it not been for their initial surveillance efforts.
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