Amon ended the communication, made a gesture to transmit the code and shut down the system, then strode out of the sealed Crimson-level classified room.
A military officer in a black coat had been waiting outside for some time. The moment she saw the Praetorian Guard emerge, she immediately fell into step behind him, the Large Caliber Explosive Rounds pistol at her waist held firmly in its holster. "The missions never stop, do they?" Sophia said. Few mortals could casually joke with a Praetorian Guard, but Sophia from the commissariat was one of them. Perhaps because of some old legend, many civilians in Kitezh regarded the Praetorian Guard as golden angels who accompanied the Prophetess. Although the Emperor harshly suppressed religious superstition, after abandoning religion, Kitezh had found a new purpose with which to unite its people: serving the Emperor's new empire. "As far as I know, you've been carrying out missions continuously for more than a week. Have you slept at all?"
"Unfortunately, I haven't had time to induce sleep during this rotation cycle." Amon accepted the electronic seal on the data slate and confirmed his assignment. Even as a herald, he still had to personally carry out missions with the weapon in his hand, such as maintaining the security of the Yugoslav Federation's trade routes. "However, overseeing the training of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and sending them back to the United States isn't difficult work. My colleagues have already completed most of it. Sophia, I hope the soldiers you sent to Lighthouse Base can complete their mission."
"Don't worry. Agent Coulson has been very obedient. If you ask me, He pays a little too much attention to S.H.I.E.L.D." Sophia toyed with a mischievous strand of red hair that had slipped out from beneath her hat brim. "I've reviewed the