It wasn’t until the afternoon of the next day that Nina Jacobs had a chance to meet with Valerius Lucas and Hartley.
It turned out that after hearing about the situation here two nights ago, they had decided to make a trip to Lornwood Base.
They were worried about the comrades who had once fought alongside them.
"We were worried those people would get desperate and try to destroy this place,"
Hartley said bluntly.
They were currently in the collective dormitory.
Cordelia believed that since the place had already been searched, no one else would be coming back for a while.
"Yeah, and even if they want to destroy this place,
we can’t just stand by and watch everyone go to their deaths."
Valerius Lucas had originally planned to bring more people, but Harlan and Reinhard Caldwell thought it wasn’t the right time for a direct confrontation.
That was why Felix Finch had come up with the idea for the two of them to disguise their identities and follow Genevieve into the base first.
As for the others, Felix Finch would have them lie in ambush near the base, ready to act on their signal at any moment.
Nina Jacobs nodded. "That’s the safest approach. Besides, we now know they have another main camp.
Their next move will probably be to search for the missing supplies."
Hartley was very perceptive; he must have guessed that the base leadership wouldn’t leave any escape route for the old guards.
With Valerius Lucas and Hartley here, they could use this opportunity to try and contact their old subordinates.
"Who on earth took the supplies from here?
If we find out, maybe we can even work with them."
Listening on the side, Genevieve felt a sense of vindication.
She had long felt that General Hughes and Mrs. White weren’t the people others made them out to be.
Everyone had originally focused their hatred on the brutal Evander Langdon.
But after seeing the real Evander Langdon yesterday, they realized that everything they had thought they knew was a lie.
"Most of the supplies are probably still at their main camp,"
Nina Jacobs replied.
"No matter who took the supplies, our next objective remains the same."
That was to transfer as many survivors from Lornwood Base to Tomorrow Base as possible.
"Nina Jacobs is right,"
Hartley said. "Captain Lucas and I think so too. Right now, Tomorrow Base is short on city defense soldiers. We want to bring over all the soldiers we can from here."
"If that’s the case, I have someone to recommend.
You can discuss it with him."
Nina Jacobs hadn’t seen Grim in the past two days.
But she knew General Hughes and his people hadn’t grown suspicious of him.
He was even put in charge of many of the search missions within the base.
After all, he was the one who found Ambrose White’s key on Director Palmer.
"Grim’s real name is Stowe Lynch. He used to be a friend of the old base commander... the old general. I never thought he’d be the one to stay behind and endure all this humiliation,"
Valerius Lucas said with emotion.
They had also heard about Grim from Harlan and Reinhard Caldwell.
It would be a lie to say they weren’t surprised, but more than that, they were moved.
Because Grim was walking a path where one wrong step meant losing everything.
Nina Jacobs hadn’t forgotten their main task either.
After learning that Genevieve had brought a few others back with her, she assigned tasks to each of them.
"The base doesn’t have many supplies, so the lockdown won’t last long. I estimate it will be lifted tomorrow.
You all need to be careful and stay safe."
Nina Jacobs didn’t stay for long.
That evening, however, Genevieve’s door was knocked on by someone she never expected.
It was Claire Warner.
"You..."
Genevieve stared at Claire Warner in astonishment.
"Nina Jacobs sent me to bring you something."
Claire Warner produced a case filled with all sorts of weapons and ammunition.
There were even smoke grenades and tear gas canisters—things specifically designed for use against people.
"Stay safe."
Claire Warner set the case down and left in a hurry.


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