“Reynolds, your transfer order has come through.”
“Transfer order? I’ve never heard of one, and I never applied for a transfer.”
“Now you’ve heard of it, and you’ve applied.”
“...Then where am I being transferred?”
“Rhine Lab, as deputy director of the Prevention and Control Department.”
“So why is the Director-General so opposed to us?”
“It’s an issue with the two of you and your backgrounds.”
“Hm?”
“Because of those incidents, His Excellency the President has finally run out of patience with these corporations. He didn’t move against them before because he simply didn’t have the means. Eight years was too short a time. Now that restriction is gone, so naturally he’s going after them.”
“...Do you really think this can succeed?”
“...It probably won’t. But there are things you have to do even if they can’t be done.”
“Your transfer order has come through, Reynolds.”
“Transfer order?”
“The Director-General of Rhine Lab has handed the Prevention and Control Department over to the authorities. In recognition of your excellent work, you’ve been specially appointed to a new post by the president. Congratulations, you’ve been promoted.”
“The Inferno Project has gone wrong. I want this child and those people to leave.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know, but Rhodes Island might be a good choice.”
