"The Disney World offensive is not going so well."

"...That's right."

"I expected it. Tell your subordinate units not to worry and to keep pushing. Instead, we won't have to waste any equipment, so we should keep that in mind."

"Understood. How will you suppress the backlash?"

"We're already preparing for it. Why have those guys been so quiet until now?"

Miami, Florida, Syndicate Headquarters.

One day, when HQ was unusually quiet, Webb accepted the results of the Disney World offensive operation that had been posted on his desk, and muttered with a subtle expression. There was no one there who didn't know that he was slightly uncomfortable.