The Fontana Summit

[Traxit]

Tomas' jaw clenches, the sunken cheeks give away the dancing muscles shifting left to right, an eyebrow twitches once. Prior to the meeting he rehearsed to curb expectations, to not be too optimistic, the colleagues chewed at his ear that both fronts are not unanimous. But his blood broils, knowing that Erie's meatgrinder will continue spinning, the offer to ship light supplies only delays the inevitable. He looks down at the table to recompose himself, to then recollect the supplies offered - vehicles. "Rovers, you say, you mean the Variable Yield Patrol Rover?"

"Now we're talkin', this tool will be a gamechanger for our hit-n-run attacks at their planetside garrisons and convoys. Suppose you also have anti-armour charges for this beauty, I hope?" His expression lights up with a confident smile. "Our forces would gain the upper hand in disrupting Libertonian logistics. They might reach Erie, but they won't be dispersed so easily anymore with a rapid vehicle such as this." Enthusiasm filled his entire tone, maybe this summit wasn't for nought after all, but before he can savour this "victory" he shoots Cobra the important question. "When can we expect to organise shipments? I will notify my brethren to prepare pickup if needed."

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