The managers around them stood there in a daze like cracked old pine trees, the breeze whistling past their faces. If they could have cracked, they would probably have been covered in fractures by now.
Then, under their vacant stares...
One of the Plague Doctor Captains shouted, swept his arm out, and barked:
"Brothers! Why aren't you going back to haul more?! Can't you even tell 1 from 2? Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?! If you can't haul out a 3, I'll turn you into a 1!"
"Yes!" Tears of shame filled every Plague Doctor's eyes.
How shameful!
So terribly shameful!
Then, under the managers' stunned gazes, they all turned back and charged toward the storerooms in a mighty procession.
"(ΩДΩ) Are you kidding me?! No! Those were clearly 1 and 5! How did they become 2 and 6?!"
"You can't take any more! No more! Please, have mercy!"
The managers were on the verge of cracking, tears and snot streaming down their faces, but it made absolutely no difference.
This corruption had already reached the point of calling black white. They were openly robbing them now!
Sure, they were corrupt too, but stealing everything they had embezzled was going too far!
At least leave them a little gravy!
Stop squeezing them dry!
But it was no use. Soon, the massive force hauled over another enormous load of supplies. Their enthusiasm for the job struck Lynn as a match even for the Mechanical Race.
"Reporting, Deacon! All supplies are in position! Awaiting your orders!"
"Haul them back!"
"Yes!"
At last, surrounded by the heavily laden crowd, Lynn elegantly closed his system space with a wistful air, an arm around someone on either side. Under the managers' tearful gazes, he finally headed out of the factory.
Of course, this wasn't because