As the rear of Position 313 was a vast emptiness, Milo drove all the way south to Stronghold 108 without having any trouble after stealing the truck.
When they were going the other way earlier, it had taken them half an hour just to get their identities verified. Now that all of the soldiers had been deployed to the front lines, only the sentries guarding the firearms and logistics remained behind to prevent spies from sneaking in. However, this frontline head spy of the Panaqua Consortium was about to leave instead. He did not even have time to inform Edgar about it.
It was all quiet in the truck. Milo just stepped on the gas the entire way while Chad, Magnus, and the others said nothing
On the road back to Stronghold 108, Milo nearly broke into a cold sweat when they arrived at a checkpoint, in fear that the soldiers here would stop them.
He straight-up flashed his Office of Special Investigations ID at them. With that, no one dared to stop him from passing through.
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