At the spaceport maintenance center of the colony satellite Heliopolis, Teresa, dressed in uniform with long golden hair, sat with her slender legs crossed in front of a chair, expressionlessly watching the Earth Alliance warship on the electronic screen.
There was no need to ask. Mwu La Flaga, Nataru Bagiru, Mu La Flaga, and the other people who would play crucial roles in the future war had all disembarked from that ship.
In an inconspicuous corner at the bottom right of the screen, one surveillance camera had also captured a special operations squad in red and green spacesuits. Carrying firearms and electronic infiltration equipment, they were entering the colony satellite through another narrow passage.
Clearly, taking advantage of her work, Teresa had effortlessly achieved comprehensive surveillance over both the Earth Alliance and the ZAFT Army.
Especially the latter, who were stuck in the narrow passage. All she had to do now was reveal a little information to the other colleagues nearby, and she could wipe them out immediately.
After all, no matter how formidable Coordinators were, they could not escape human limits.
Moreover, there was nowhere to dodge inside that cramped tunnel. One burst of gunfire could inflict tremendous casualties.
But regrettably, Teresa did not do that. She simply watched as the group successfully entered the colony satellite and followed the maze-like pipelines in search of the dock where the Archangel was moored.
They clearly had their own intelligence network and knew Heliopolis's internal layout extremely well, barely taking any detours.
Realizing this, Teresa immediately rose to her feet, intending to leave this trouble spot and meet up with Allen.
But the instant she stood up, a man who looked to be in his early thirties suddenly leaned closer. With a somewhat ingratiating smile, he reminded her, "Hey! Dear Teresa,