"Let's discuss that when we get there. Sticking to the whole theme of staying out of the new Project's noses."
"How frustrating..." Scorpion muttered. "Just when we thought we'd ended them, no, they're back with something even more stupid to do."
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"Ecruteak City. We are currently north of Mt. Mortar."
"Maybe not, but they certainly are to you all, now that their Hunters are actually capable of bringing you back."
"They're also cleared to terminate you."
Atlas quietly approached Foster. "It's been some time, hasn't it? You might remember me as the overseer of the Aesthetics Department, but now I'm your boss."
"I'm serious, Annabeth."
"No, that isn't all. This army... Are there any that don't require oxygen, nor sustenance? I require something of that sort to guard a certain satellite in orbit."
"GGAS-1. It was abandoned after its creators discovered that its destruction while charging would have the capability to undo every Merging worldwide. I asked them to do some research, and they told me that 94% of every Merge that was never human would die if it was stopped before the beam could be successfully fired. Your army would turn to dust, which is why I need it to be protected from the renegades that destroyed GGAS-2. Amongst them are a few Merges that can leave the planet, so... Well, you know what I mean, right? Good." Atlas dashed off.
Foster had not even lifted her head. "Assign four Seniko to Atlas's command. And get the Sect of Adroit in the Sphere."
"How should I go about the latter?"
"Ask them nicely and pray for a miracle."
"The Seniko are not of religious faith. ...I obey." It marched off.
OOC: Wait, who told Foster about Aramis?