"Can the robot you built move yet?"
Schiller strode into the cave and looked at Stark. The stern expression on his face made Stark swallow the question he had been about to ask. Just as he was about to answer, Schiller spoke rapidly. "The nearby Anti-Government Forces bases have all been subjected to full-scale bombing. It isn't safe here anymore. The locals are organizing an evacuation."
"If you want to leave, now is your best chance. You can use your robot to seize a supply truck and drive south. Once you reach territory controlled by the government forces, they'll send you back to the United States."
After saying that, Schiller began packing up the things in the cave. Stark stood where he was. As Schiller bent down to pick up his jacket, he caught sight of a dark gun barrel aimed at him from the corner of his eye.
"Who exactly are you?" Stark stared at Schiller and asked.
Schiller released the jacket, slowly straightened up, and let his hands hang at his sides. Looking at Stark, he said, "I told you long ago. I'm neither your savior nor your friend."
"Answer my question, Doctor Schiller." Stark merely stared intently into Schiller's eyes from behind the gun barrel.
"Do you think that's useful?" Schiller took a small step forward, yet Stark, who held the firearm, took a step back. Tilting his head slightly and narrowing his eyes, Schiller asked, "Did someone tell you something?"
"Answer me!" Stark was practically roaring.
"I'm an Assassin. My job is to kill you. So can you put down the gun now and stop struggling pointlessly?"
Schiller's tone was so flat that Stark could not tell whether he was joking or telling the truth. But he was quite certain that the tiny pistol in his