"Why not?"
Owen asked.
"They claim we destroyed too much of their infrastructure and are demanding financial compensation."
"Isn't that just a blatant extortion attempt?" The entire rescue mission for the Mavarian victims had been pre-approved through official diplomatic channels.
"Exactly. We obliterated their narcotic operations. They're seething, but they can't complain about it officially, so they're manufacturing petty excuses to delay us."
Dominic agreed.
"So, what's our counter-offer?"
"We told them we'd pay for the buildings, provided they pay out emotional distress and wrongful death settlements for every Mavarian victim.
If we run the numbers, their payout to us would be exponentially higher."
"Good. Stick to that."
Owen said.
"Right. So, we're definitely not heading out tomorrow?"
"Not a chance!"
Dominic sighed in frustration. "Can you ask Master Ellis to synthesize more of that knockout gas?"
He had personally witnessed the sheer stopping power of the Ellis family's chemical agents. Mira's squad was the only unit that had suffered zero casualties.
The other teams hadn't been nearly as fortunate.
"Since we have downtime tomorrow, could you make a fresh batch? The agency will cover all expenses and reimburse you for the supplies you've already used.
Chances are, we have another firefight ahead of us."
"Understood. We'll produce as much as we can tomorrow."
Mira replied. Master Ellis had already been planning to brew another batch anyway.
"And those little aerosol sprayers you used were highly effective. I'll have Lieutenant Vance scour the area tomorrow to see if we can source more of them."
"Sounds good. I'll let them know when I get back."


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