Mutation 3

We had to crush them completely this time! Bartfield! He suddenly raised his voice and called out the man's name directly. I want you to return to space immediately! Your injuries have healed, haven't they? I want you back at your post! Victoria's defeat has forced us to contract our entire front on Earth, but that doesn't mean we've admitted defeat! Space is our home ground! I will make those Naturals understand the consequences of daring to set foot in our territory!

"I understand, Chairman." The man immediately responded, his voice carrying the solemnity of being entrusted with a great responsibility. "My body has fully recovered. I am ready to await your orders at any time. I will do my best, for PLANT and for the future of all Coordinators. And this is also for you, Chairman... You gave someone like me another chance to live. I, Andrew Bartfield, will never forget this kindness for as long as I live."

His words were heartfelt, filled with gratitude and loyalty.

Patrick Zala on the other end of the line seemed very satisfied with that answer, and his tone softened considerably.

Very good. Your unit is being reorganized, and specific orders will be issued soon. Be prepared, Andrew. The next battle will decide the destiny of us all. Do not disappoint me.

"Yes, I will never betray your expectations."

The man replied again in an airy tone that seemed faintly reassuring.

After confirming that the other party had no further instructions, he quietly waited for the call to end.

A soft click came from the receiver, the sound of the other party cutting off communications.

He slowly returned the receiver to its slot on the terminal.

Only after the receiver was completely back in place did the respect and solemnity on his