The weight of that accusation plunged Pier Seven into dead silence.
The ship representatives turned instantly hostile. "Director Thorne, watch your tone."
"Since Project Zero-Transit accepted the buyer's funds, we will honor the transaction."
"But by that same standard, Project Zero-Transit does not gamble with the safety of high-risk assets."
"Ms. Panacea is the medical supervisor personally appointed by the Commodore. This audit falls entirely under her jurisdiction. If she says your hardware is inadequate, she has her reasons."
Thorne let out a cold laugh. "That makes it even more absurd. Our equipment was meticulously engineered by experts. Now a twenty-something girl says our hardware fails, and we're just supposed to accept it?"
"Yes." The representative answered without a shred of hesitation. "Until Ms. Panacea clears the intake, Specimen Fourteen will not be transferred to your hardware."
"This is madness!" Professor Watson roared, his eyes bloodshot with rage as his voice echoed off the walls. "She hasn't even provided an explanation, and you blindly trust her judgment? You're withholding a fully paid asset over this?"
"Is this the so-called professionalism and integrity of Project Zero-Transit?"
The rest of the buyer's entourage began shouting in agreement.
Their emotions were hitting a boiling point.
They stood in a volatile standoff for about five minutes until Director Thorne slowly raised his hand. "Enough."
The moment he gave the order.
The buyer's team clamped their mouths shut.
Thorne locked his gaze onto Serena, maintaining a thin veneer of politeness, though his eyes were pitch black. "Ms. Panacea, since the ship has entrusted the medical audit to you, we naturally respect that."

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