Hana stood at the mouth of the bunker, her eyes glued to the tablet as a long line of Boars began hauling crates out through the waterfall. The logistics were a nightmare, but the sheer volume of high-grade tech was intoxicating.
The Chief approached her slowly. He moved with a heavy, hesitant gait, his nine tails tucked low as he stared at the glowing relics being paraded out of his 'sacred' cave.
He looked like a man watching his entire belief system being sold at an auction.
Before he could even open his mouth, Hana spoke without looking up from her screen.
"Don't even think about it," she said, her voice sharp and clinical. "Not a single wire, not a single pill. None of these goods belongs to the Fox Tribe. You had centuries to do something with this 'Sin,' and you chose to hide in the dark. Now, it's mine."
The Chief stopped, his weathered face tight. "You are taking the heart of the mountain, female. My people have nothing left but stories."
