Freedom City.
Eight in the morning.
Morton entered the Command Hall with unconcealed fury and began roaring like an old lion.
"Our 'granary' was raided last night. Why am I only receiving the news now?"
"What are our satellites for?"
"Are the eyes of our Intelligence Department all blind, and its ears all deaf?"
"Can anyone give me an explanation!"
Seeing the general's fury, everyone fell silent as cicadas in winter. No one dared speak at a time like this, afraid of drawing his ire.
Morton's adjutant, the Chief of Staff of Freedom Wings, was a middle-aged man with platinum-blond hair. He cleared his throat and said,
"Since yesterday, the Strategic Affairs Department has been using the 'Iron Curtain' program to constantly interfere with our satellites. Even now, our satellite communications system is still being disrupted to varying degrees."
"That is the main reason our satellites failed to detect the attack on the 'granary' in time."
"Besides, our Intelligence Department focused all its efforts on the Battlefield around Saint John Port. Just gathering and filtering out all the false intelligence had already left them overwhelmed, so it can't really be blamed for failing to collect information about the 'granary' immediately."
"Most importantly, the Strategic Affairs Department destroyed the 'granary's power system, leaving it unable to communicate with the outside world."
"It wasn't until the Strategic Affairs Department released the base personnel and they reached our Surface Base near the 'granary' that they reported the matter to the base."
"But by then it was already early morning. Adding the time needed for the base to compile its report was why you only received the news now, General."
Under the Chief of Staff's explanation, the flames of anger in Morton's eyes finally subsided somewhat. He then let out a soft sigh.
"Wood,