Chapter 86: What's Going On?

"Do I need a resume? I won't file it with IOP anyway. As long as you're willing, it's fine," Renault said as he glanced at CF05's resume and handed it back. "But I still need to ask. I don't just need a simple logistics personnel. I might need to make some modifications to you later. Are you okay with that?"

"Modifications? Well... as long as there aren't significant changes after the modifications, it's fine!"

CF05 hesitated for a moment before nodding. She had met Renault's T-Doll subordinates several times before, and she had been mooching food from Renault for several days now...

It was evident that Renault's T-Dolls were living well. At least, her colleagues in Griffin didn't have the freedom to roam the streets like M1911 and the others, changing outfits every now and then, indulging in the new products at the city's cake shops, and buying groceries in bulk bags.

Simonov even bought alcohol by the box...

Even if Renault was a big spender, could he eat all those things by himself? It was possible that he bought them in bulk to store for later consumption. But why did he still use a cart on the second day, and then switch to a tricycle on the third day?

"There will definitely be changes, but probably not the kind you're imagining. Anyway, as long as you're willing, it's fine. Since we're all on vacation recently, we can use our spare time to modify you," Renault said, looking CF05 up and down.

"It's better to start now."

...

"The Doll Rights Association? Why are those guys knocking on our door?" Helian rubbed her forehead with a headache as she looked at the report her assistant handed her.

Griffin hadn't had any conflicts with these guys recently. Since the attacks on the bases far from G&K HQ, Griffin had been consolidating its power, mainly to investigate some internal issues.

How did these sudden appearances of the Doll Rights Association target Griffin?

"It seems that a member of the Doll Rights Association in the wealthy district of a city in the southern jurisdiction noticed that the commander there wasn't... wasn't very friendly to his T-Dolls, so he was directly reported by the Doll Rights Association headquarters."

"Not very friendly? What does that mean?"

"Well, it's probably about eating MREs every day and ordering his subordinates to stand guard outside the cafeteria..."

"Hmm? That doesn't sound like a problem. It's part of security duty, right? And there's no problem with T-Dolls eating MREs, right? Griffin's MREs are of good quality, too?"

Although eating MREs every day sounded a bit extreme, in some areas with scarce supplies, this situation wasn't uncommon for Griffin's T-Dolls.

"But... the problem is that this situation occurred while that commander and his wealthy friends were dining in the cafeteria..."

Huh?

Hearing this, Helian couldn't help but think a little further. The commander was sitting in the cafeteria, enjoying good food and drinks, while the T-Dolls were standing at the door in the cold wind...

And since there was no shortage of supplies, why did the T-Dolls have to eat emergency rations every day? Those things were usually consumed in conditions where combat conditions were tense and there were no conditions to sit down and eat properly. Griffin had allocated funds to these sub-base commanders, hadn't they!?

"And the Doll Rights Association also produced evidence of that commander's embezzlement..."

...Why didn't they notice when they recruited him that he wasn't just a leech but also a stupid leech who could be caught by others so easily?

And incidents like this... seemed to be more than just one... Besides the thin briefing in Helian's hands, there was also a thick stack of documents on the assistant's desk.

"Are all of these...?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Ahem!

Helian felt like the string in her head was about to break. These Griffin commanders who stayed in safe areas, one by one... she didn't know whether to hate those meddlesome Doll Rights Association guys or to thank them for helping to root out the rats in the Griffin team.

"Um..."

"Huh? Is there any other problem?" When her assistant spoke, Helian was startled again.

Just the protests from the Doll Rights Association were enough to give her a headache; there couldn't be any other problems, could there?

"Um, it's about the Griffin base in that city. It seems that they lost a tactical Doll..."

"Huh? How can you lose a tactical doll!? What about the tracking information from IOP?"

"It's the information from IOP. That T-Doll went to the local branch of IOP, removed the tactical core by himself, and then ran away."

"I... Huh?!"

...

"I love you, Simonov! Once the commander pays me, I'll repay you immediately!" CF05 exclaimed as she hugged Simonov tightly.

"Um, it's not necessary. It's just some money for acrylic sheets; it's not much. You don't have to pay me back," Simonov replied, scratching her head awkwardly as CF05 clung to her.

"No, no, no! It must be repaid! It's the principle of borrowing and repaying. I understand that much!"

Although CF05's sudden addition surprised M1 Garand and the others who had gone shopping, they didn't resist it that much. After all, G36 had also been picked up suddenly and then became a member of the team.

They were already used to this kind of increase in personnel.

But considering that CF05 especially liked spicy food, all the T-Dolls unanimously demanded that CF05 set up an enclosed kitchen. Otherwise, with the conditions in the factory, even if they were in hibernation, they would probably be awakened by the pungent smell of peppers.

Unfortunately, CF05 really had no money, otherwise, she wouldn't have come to Renault's place to mooch food.

And when the others heard that CF05 had no money, they were thinking about pooling some money to set up an enclosed kitchen, but who knew that CF05 would ask Simonov for money the next second.

"Okay, forget it. Why borrow money? Do I look like a commander who can't even afford to set up an enclosed kitchen? You guys don't have to worry about this. Just call the construction team in the city tomorrow and it'll be done."

A few boards, a few cabinets, plus a range hood and stove, were nothing difficult for Renault now. He didn't even bother to let his T-Doll do it themselves.

"Excuse me, is this Renault Security Contracting Firm? Can we interview you for a while..."

"Huh?"