The middle-aged woman dared not continue her conjecture any further.
Such matters are beyond the grasp of an inconsequential ant like myself; exposure would likely lead to my immediate disappearance from the face of the Earth!
Under Amon's watchful gaze, the middle-aged woman lightly twisted a lock of hair and nodded. "Of course, there's no problem. But what about the people we've discovered so far? How should we deal with them?"
Amon, believing the woman's earlier contemplation was merely about operational logistics, didn't dwell on it and casually remarked, "My master has some collaborations with the Jewish Consortium. They have research bases and talent reserves overseas with decent equipment. When the time comes, all the surviving stowaways will be sent there for resourceful utilization. As for the remaining five individuals, it seems one of them is from your CIA. What do you plan to do with them?"
