I smiled but said nothing. Letting them talk worked better than any speech.
Before they could recover, ten more jackets came off almost in sync.
Black and green plating caught the light. Clean lines. Smooth joints.
Each suit hugged its wearer perfectly, emphasizing how sexy my girls looked. They all had the proportions of supermodels.
Flashes went wild.
"No—no way…" someone whispered, voice shaking. "Not just one… but eleven?"
A dry swallow followed.
"Eleven nano suits. That's eleven billion."
They couldn't believe how much I poured into this expedition.
Outfitting the S-Rankers made sense. Anyone could understand that. But seven other A-Ranks were wearing state-of-the-art technology too.
This wasn't throwing money anymore.
It was burning it to the ground, then scattering the ashes into the ocean.
Many of them doubted I could recover the cost, even if the expedition succeeded.
