"Throwing around defective products and outsourcing the final adjustment, you stupid Slavic pigs... I should have known when they threw them away in a cargo container or something."

"Don't say that. The idea itself wasn't bad. Seeing that they realized that it wasn't enough to integrate bionics and turned it into an exoskeleton, I think they have some understanding of the subject."

"They threw everything here except the hardware, damn it. It's so frustrating... If the performance was a total mess, I would've thrown it all in the incinerator."

The special equipment room of the Black Eagle Command Center 'Kestrel' in front of the White House in Washington D.C.

While people wearing suits that seem like a subtle mix of exo-suits and heavy armor and bulletproof masks with partial bulletproof capabilities are busily moving around, a woman wearing a full-body suit walks around and complains.

One of them, who was leisurely following him, was constantly laughing and accepting his nervous voice. The mechanical devices attached to each joint moved smoothly to assist the man’s movements.

One of them was Race, a high-ranking officer of the Black Eagle commanding the soldiers of the amphibious assault ship Kestrel, and the other was Crow, the Kestrel’s chief of technology and former Artemis technology director.