"Simonov, what are you doing back and forth here?" P90 asked, scratching her head as she watched Simonov access the training device, exit it, and then take a small notebook to record something.
Simonov had called her over without explaining what she was doing, and now, a quarter of an hour had passed, P90 found herself just watching Simonov go back and forth.
"Almost done! Just a little more!" Simonov said, taking off the data lines from her body and copying her notes to draw a series of diagrams.
"What's this?" P90 asked, frowning in confusion as she looked over Simonov's shoulder. The drawings were simple and easy to understand, and it only took P90 a couple of glances to realize what Simonov was trying to do.
"Isn't this just a seat? Is it hard to believe you went through all this just to design a seat?" P90 couldn't see any difference between the seat on the notepad and a normal seat.
"And what's with all this back and forth into the training device just to document the design of a seat? Wouldn't it be easier to use the doll's recording function?" P90 pointed out. Renault hadn't forbidden them from using the image recording function during simulation training. They could have just taken a picture and studied it later.
"Hey! You don't get to see the full view of the seat during driver training, and if you're distracted, you'll get killed. So, you don't have time to observe! But I memorized everything! Come on, P90, help me get a composite seat cover for my seat!"
"No problem. If the data you wrote down is correct, it can be done in no time. When do you need it?"
"In a little while! I'm going to get M1 Garand to help straighten out the main structure of the seat now!" Simonov said, rushing out with her notebook in hand, not noticing that she hadn't left any specific data for P90.
Fortunately, P90 had already written it down while looking at it. Otherwise, she would have had to run over there...
P90 shrugged. It wasn't a hassle anyway. Even if it was hand-sewn, it wouldn't take long. It was just a way to pass the time.
On the other side, after getting the blueprints from Simonov, M1 Garand was first stunned but then nodded.
"It can be done, but the materials can't be exactly the same. Some composites will have to be replaced with metal."
"Good!" Simonov rubbed her hands together and smiled as she watched M1 Garand skillfully control the printing equipment in the middle of the factory.
In less than half an hour, Simonov was running toward the hangar, dragging a crate with the seat that had already been successfully printed.
Watching Simonov happily walk away, M1 Garand scratched her head.
Although there was nothing wrong with the drawings Simonov brought, that thing looked like something that would be mounted on a similar looking single fighter jet.
And with that not-quite-right ejection device...
M1 Garand had never made this kind of thing before. Although she wanted to use a different color on those devices as a warning, Simonov was in a hurry and didn't give her the opportunity. As soon as it came off the printing device, Simonov took it and dragged it away.
"Simonov! The seat cover is ready for you here! Why don't you take your time?"
"Oh! Thanks! It's fine where it is! I'll put them on myself later."
Seeing Simonov burying her head in the middle of the cabin, P90 shrugged her shoulders, placed the seat cover at the door of the cabin, and slipped away in the direction of the restaurant.
What neither P90 nor Simonov noticed was that a small, dexterous figure slipped silently into the hangar, following the route P90 had just taken, and burrowed directly into the gunship's cabin.
...
"Every day it's a meal check and rest..." sighed M4A1 as she sat somewhat dejectedly beside M16.
"Hmm? Coo, isn't this nice? There's nothing going on left or right anyway, and I haven't heard any bad news lately." M16 was unaffected, eating and drinking as she should, seemingly completely unconcerned.
"Fair enough, but AR15 and the others..."
"Shhh!" Hearing that M4A1 seemed to be bringing up AR15 and SOP2, M16 hastily raised her finger and reminded her.
AR15 and SOP2's behavior of breaking away from G&K was an outright violation of the law, and this matter couldn't be casually leaked out without notification from Helianthus and Persica.
This converted nursing home human observation facility was full of surveillance equipment, and if they mentioned AR15 here, those Griffin technicians would be at their door in a few minutes.
"Eh, well, I don't know when we'll be able to get rid of the Parapulei Virus... It's not a solution to stay here all the time, is it?" M4A1 sighed with a bit of a headache. Even though she had only just arrived here a few days ago, she always felt a sense of uneasiness.
"I don't know. I heard that Persica's side isn't idle either, but it seems that Renault's side isn't affected by the Parapulei Virus at all, right? That guy must have something up his sleeve. If only Persica had gone straight to that guy." M16 spread her hands and said.
Although she knew that Griffin's technicians were unwilling to seek help from other security contractors on such an important issue, she felt that if they could get the technology that could protect against the Parapulei Virus from Renault, it wouldn't matter if they had to spend a little extra money and lose a little dignity.
It's just that she didn't know if Griffin's upper echelon was willing to do this or not...
"Miss M4, today's free time is almost coming to an end. If possible, please return as soon as possible..."
"M45? Okay, we got it." Hearing this voice from the middle of the broadcast, M4A1 looked up at the camera and nodded.
"By the way, M45, can you ask when I can get my personal items back?" M16 suddenly asked.
As several days had passed, it was the right time to ask if they could get back the cell phone that Renault had given them and call AR15 and the others to ask about their current situation.
"Hey? Personal items, at the end of the observation period... ah, please wait, there is an external communication here." M45, who heard M16's words, was about to refuse when she realized that there was suddenly a communication from Griffin Headquarters in the monitoring room.
M45, who subconsciously connected the communication, didn't hear any orders from Griffin HQ, nor did she see any familiar personnel. The originally normal communication device instantly turned into a snowflake!
A somewhat bizarre sounding voice also rang out!
"Found you guys."
"Hey? Isn't it Ms. Helianthus?" M45 stared blankly and asked back in a somewhat strange manner.
"...M4A1, you're really here."