Berian was thriving, at least, Evelina's and my part was thriving. I could barely care for the other three parts of Berian.
Everything was good. The place was finally looking more modern, no longer like something out of an old cowboy movie or a town plagued by constant thieves.
Berian had become a powerful production hub, one that the corrupt inner district devoured without hesitation. Evelina was right: even with how cautious they were, as long as we played our cards well, they would eventually lower their guard.
They wouldn't expect the moment when Evelina would finally pull the lever and completely deprive their economy the instant she uttered the words.
And even if the inner district grew wise, the G-32s, and Evelina's secret partnership with their creators, made us nearly invulnerable. If the inner district declared war, they would be facing both internal and external threats.
Not only that, we were sure Marcellus and Julius would immediately join in to help our cause.
