Boom!
Inside the enormous aircraft converted from a jumbo jet, equipped with Midgard technology and cloaked around the clock, 365 days a year, the aircraft Seifer called the fortress in the sky.
Lake stepped off the teleportation platform and looked around the command room of Seifer's fortress in the sky, then smiled. "Some of the equipment in here is almost comparable to the FBI's Operations Center."
That was without even considering the software—just the hardware alone.
The FBI allocated funds according to its budget, whereas Seifer had completely embodied the principle that the most expensive was the best.
Lake looked at Seifer. "I'm giving you three blocks of Manhattan. Don't go too far."
Last night, Seifer had used ample justification and an action he couldn't refuse to show just how badly she wanted Lake's first time.
Lake thought about it.
Forget it.
If Seifer wanted to play, then let her play. In any case, Langley would be the ultimate winner of this game.
Lake considered it. After taking advantage of Langley for so many years, it seemed acceptable to give Langley one last big gift as a curtain call, right at the end, when it was about to complete its transformation and merger.
Of course.
As the sole final winner, Langley would naturally have to shoulder the responsibility for the chaos in New York City.
One thing was one thing.
Lake had always been able to take things in stride. Who could blame him when Langley had wanted to keep everything for itself and even planned to act on federal soil without notifying Homeland Security or the FBI?
But...
When Lake saw Dom's distinctive bald head and large insignia appear on the surveillance footage, he shook his head and looked at Seifer. "Does this count as acting first and reporting