Prologue ༺ 𓆩 Prologue 𓆪 ༻ 「Translator — Creator」 ᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃ The Intelligence Bureau, Ministry of Military Affairs of Military State. Director of Division 5, Domestic Affairs. “Say that again.” Colonel Retton Atomic asked, his voice flat, toneless. At first glance, he seemed utterly dumbfounded...
Prologue ༺ 𓆩 Prologue 𓆪 ༻ 「Translator — Creator」 ᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃ The Intelligence Bureau, Ministry of Military Affairs of Military State. Director of Division 5, Domestic Affairs. “Say that again.” Colonel Retton Atomic asked, his voice flat, toneless. At first glance, he seemed utterly dumbfounded. With one hand, he signed a document marked as Top Secret in a concise, practiced script. Only once he had set down the fountain pen did he speak again. “I’m getting tired of playing shadow, sir.” “You call that a real answer...?” This time, emotion was unmistakable in Retton’s voice. A tangled skein of disbelief, confusion, annoyance, and the weariness of resignation. Chiik—!!! Ssup—!!! But instead of a reasonable answer, the only reply he received was a pathetic hiss, the sound of a cigarette
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