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"And you're sure it's stable? It will work properly? If it winds up damaging the land-"

"-For the last time, I'm sure. It's been tested since we remodeled it, there are no adverse effects. Granted, we haven't tested it over an entire city's area, so you might expect diminishing returns in performance. The difference between deploying twenty as opposed to thirty will probably be well less than ten versus twenty."

"Noted, I'll mention that in the handoff."

"Don't forget your end of the deal."

"...I'll make sure you get it."

"Good. If you weren't able to get me what you promised, I'd hate to squeeze appropriate payment out by force. Say, for instance, that little Eastern Mystic Code you're putting so much effort into getting."

"You don't need to threaten me. You'll get it."

"Lovely. A pleasure working with you as always."

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"Dammit!"

A pale fist strikes a wall, a sharp pain jolting through it as it does. He acknowledges with a mental mutter that it will probably bruise. 

"Himmler, damned Himmler. Damned Ahnenerbe, damned Yggdrasil, damned Japanese, damned Einzberns."

A shaky glance is given to the results of his trade, a shaky exhale leaving him. That tool he has acquired is the only way for him to reach his goal. 

The other directors are too foolish, they don't understand that the Fuyuki project has the highest potential out of all of Thule's current projects. Because, after all, if that name of Einzbern is involved, it cannot be a fruitless endeavor. The weight that name carries, the Einzberns, the Einzberns...

He will need to send this to the force at Fuyuki immediately. Every second they waste weakens their chances. 

Calm. In, out. In, out. 

"Glory to the Thule Society."

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[center][h1]Day One, Phase Four[/h1][/center]