"Why would the Federation sell such aircraft directly for foreign military sales?"
After discovering the truth, the Gafura Ambassador had been contemplating this question, suspecting a traitor might exist within the Federation.
If there were no traitor, they should keep these things hidden, not allowing anyone to touch or access them, instead of selling them.
It's a good opportunity!
The Ambassador paced back and forth, then made a call back home.
It was just approaching noon, and the Prime Minister had returned from the Imperial Palace; he's older now and needs a nap.
In summer, a brief rest on the office chair sufficed, but as the weather grew colder, moist and cold, lying on the office chair would likely send him to the hospital soon.
At home, lying in his warm bed, the heating and the light yet warm quilt made him extremely comfortable.
As he hovered between sleep and wakefulness, suddenly the phone rang, causing his heart to jolt.
