I should be mad.
After all the discussion I had with the girls, our strategy was sent to the upper management, where, according to Alpha Team, it could take days to be approved.
The government had good reason to be critical and carefully evaluate the decisions and demands made by a group of top-tier adventurers like us.
It also couldn't be helped that I was still waiting for my official approval into the team, but...
Experiencing firsthand the bureaucracy, the constricting rules, and everything that caused this war in the first place was frustrating.
Every step we hesitated to take only made Erik one step ahead.
Our plan would only work if we caught him by surprise, and I feared delays like this gave him the time to read us and prepare.
Yet, I couldn't be mad.
As for the reason, well...
Thanks to all of this, I got to ride on a tank.
Not an old one, like the type I'd see in museums, either.
One of the big, modern ones.
