"Alright!" The spy wasn't one to waste words.
Understanding the urgency of the situation, he only occasionally muttered something to adjust his mindset, but his actions were never delayed by it.
"This is a repair station, right? If it works, turn on the power for me." The spy, climbing swiftly up the scaffolding, shouted at the baron below.
The baron remained where he was, staring at the spy with an odd expression. "It's just a support frame. I didn't even plan on repairing anything here. Why would there be two full repair stations installed here?"
"..." The spy's face darkened, his movements pausing for a moment.
After a brief silence, he burst out with a coarse curse, "Fuck!"
"Find people! Get someone immediately! Anyone with strength, lend a hand. If you can repair, get on it. And go grab a few cranes! Without professional repair stations, how the hell am I supposed to fix these beasts? And it's two of them!"
