Hans checked his Gold reserves out of habit before he checked anything else.
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[ Gold: 3,665 (+800) => 4,465 ]
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Fifteen thousand, and he wasn't even a third of the way there.
He closed the panel without dwelling on it. Wanting something and being able to afford it had never been the same problem, not since the day he'd first learned what a Conscript cost.
He raised his communicator and switched to a channel.
"Golden Eagle to Delta One."
"Delta One here, Commander."
"I have two tasks for you."
"Send it, Commander."
Hans paused before the first task he needed from them. This one was something that kept nagging at the back of his mind.
The route surveys, the FOB planning, the defensive structure placements—all of it had been about ground his soldiers needed to hold, not the ground worth picking through.
He tried to remember the last time anyone had actually swept the blocks immediately around the base for anything sellable and came up with nothing.
