As a row of armored personnel carriers pulled up less than fifty meters from the Archangel, several middle-aged men in khaki desert camouflage quickly stepped out.
The man at the front had a conspicuous scar across his face. He looked fierce and stern, yet a barely perceptible glint of greed and desire flashed in his eyes.
There was no doubt that ever since the Archangel had proven its worth on the battlefield time and again, every country in the Earth Alliance had become deeply interested in the technology and data from the G Project.
Unfortunately, both the project's funding and ownership belonged to the Atlantic Federation.
But after signing that agreement with the Atlantic Federation's representatives, the other nations that had joined the Earth Alliance finally had a chance to probe the secrets of these cutting-edge military technologies.
Of course, given the complicated and competitive relationships between Earth's nations, as well as the Atlantic Federation's capitalist backers' habit of breaking promises and going back on their word, the countries that had signed the agreement felt it would be better to strike first.
Before the Archangel fell into the Atlantic Federation's hands, they would seize the most important data, then take the Archangel and the two new mobile suits back to dismantle and study.
After all, the Earth Alliance's main enemy was currently the ZAFT Army from the orbital Colony Satellites, while the Atlantic Federation was the headquarters of Blue Cosmos, the most extreme anti-Coordinator organization.
That meant any country could potentially negotiate peace with P.L.A.N.T.
Only the Atlantic Federation and the capitalist groups behind it could not.
Therefore, even if they learned that the Archangel had been forcibly taken away, they would not retaliate too fiercely. At most, there would be some verbal sparring and political wrangling.
Once they had