"So you're saying you took the Drow to break their curse, happened upon a special unit of the Augmented Corps from the United States of Amika, and dealt with them while you were at it?"
"And then you brought me a prisoner who knows a great deal about that unit's core technology and the identities of more than two hundred Amikan agents planted inside the Empire?"
Galil, you can't be serious!
Five days later, in a conference room at the Imperial Grand Hotel.
Galil and her companions stood before him, free of their curse. The ugly, centipede-like scars on their faces had vanished, their missing noses had grown back, and they had regained all the beauty and elegance Drow should possess.
After hearing Galil's report, John could only stare in disbelief.
He never would have imagined that this unit, which was supposed to appear early on, give the main cast combat experience, and deliver the Alpha Combat System's biological augmentation technology to the Allied Forces, would be wiped out in such a ridiculous twist by his own troublesome subordinate.
Seriously, had Galil always been this absurdly lucky?
Or had his damned jinx of a mouth worked its magic again?
He pushed his tangled thoughts aside and looked at Galil, who stood with her chest out and head high, like a schoolgirl who had earned full marks and was waiting for her teacher to pin a little red flower on her.
John had no time to consider what terrifying ripple effects this disruption to the plot might cause, or whether the Allied Forces would compensate for the loss of augmentation technology with an explosive breakthrough elsewhere, allowing fate to correct itself.
He could only force a strained smile and praise her. "Well done, Galil. You and everyone in the Silver Moon