"This..." The director and the surrounding researchers were all dumbfounded. Wasn't it said that a minor special agent with no background was kicked to a remote area like ours for promotion? How does he have such great influence to obtain such a huge piece of remains? An utterly unconnected fellow managed to get hold of such a large piece of remains?!
The director and researchers all pulled long faces. This was no small matter. A piece of remains so large, their generator simply couldn't fit it. If it were a generator from another place, it could definitely be inserted whole. However, theirs was an outdated model, discarded from other places and sent to Witch Star. It had limited internal space and simply couldn't accommodate it.
The director and his researchers exchanged glances. We're done for. We're in for a busy time now—overtime today. It looks like the evening's get-together will have to be canceled.
