The Greater Good

The airship entered the planet's atmosphere.

This flight plan had been filed long ago. He liked having contingencies, and now it had saved his life.

After descending to low altitude, the airship entered a hilly region.

He swiftly adjusted the autopilot settings, then took out the copied mobile terminal.

Inside the airship, more than a dozen earth-yellow camouflaged flying motorcycles awaited deployment.

He set every flying motorcycle to automatic mode, then released them one at a time at intervals.

Only then did he put on his parachute pack and jump down above the safe house.

The most primitive methods were the most reliable.

He landed precisely at the entrance to the safe house. After clearing away all traces, he pushed aside a stone and hid inside.

As for all communication equipment, it had long since been discarded.

Only after the lights inside the safe house came on did he finally let out a breath.

A safe house like this had cost an enormous amount.

It was no exaggeration to say that the budget for a single frigate would barely have covered it.

With all its disguises, current technology could not penetrate it, and its vast stores could support someone for decades at a stretch.

As for when he would make contact with the outside world, that was not for him to decide. He had to wait for his superiors to send someone to activate this silent chess piece.

Every contingency measure had been of the highest level, far exceeding expectations.

In truth, they were investigators hired by the Federation, but this was a private job.

In terms of professional competence, there had been absolutely no issue.

On the surface, the investigators all possessed perfectly legitimate identities that would never arouse suspicion.

Moreover, the advanced equipment they possessed was even more