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"I'm not sure." replied Yori. He lifted the package so that Jiro could read the name. It seemed ridiculous to ask if Jiro recognized it, hoping instead Jiro would add insight to the matter. Jiro shrugged. It wasn't like the name would be unique. However, he could shake off his feeling surrounding it. Was it intuition?
He opened the package again and started to shuffle though the parts. Although they were simple replacement parts, they still didn't belong to this time. It was possible the his sister fed Gin advances in technology, but so quickly? It would make sense if the parts came from a factory. Making such parts by hand was impractical, especially if parts had to come in bulk. It explained Gin's mass produced army. Assembly line production was supposed to be in a later era.
"A whole lot more of these parts were in the supply line we raided, parts that will never reach Gin's hands. Melted into slag." Yori still didn't seem too happy, though. "If only we knew where these parts were made. Liberate and burn those workshops to the ground. Watch as Gin's golems break apart, piece by piece..."
"Let's focus on the now." urged Jiro.
Yori nodded. "You should get changed into some new clothes and get some sleep. I'll keep studying these parts." Perhaps he could find more clues, or jury-rig something to use in a fight. The raid had come at a heavy price. Jiro's white robe was stained red with the blood of innocents. To not use everything they got from the raid would dishonor them even further.
"You need sleep too." said Jiro.
"We'll take shifts." Yori said. He was about to say he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, but it wasn't like Jiro was going to sleep easy either. Last time he had to be knocked out.
"I'll take first shift then." said Jiro.
"The parts..."
"Go to sleep." insisted Jiro.
Yori nodded and lied down facing away from Jiro. Jiro briefly cleaned their simple camp. He could see a pillar of black smoke continue to billow far in the distance. Barrels of oil were in the supply line? The smoke was a clear message to Gin they were close.
He opened the package again and started to shuffle though the parts. Although they were simple replacement parts, they still didn't belong to this time. It was possible the his sister fed Gin advances in technology, but so quickly? It would make sense if the parts came from a factory. Making such parts by hand was impractical, especially if parts had to come in bulk. It explained Gin's mass produced army. Assembly line production was supposed to be in a later era.
"A whole lot more of these parts were in the supply line we raided, parts that will never reach Gin's hands. Melted into slag." Yori still didn't seem too happy, though. "If only we knew where these parts were made. Liberate and burn those workshops to the ground. Watch as Gin's golems break apart, piece by piece..."
"Let's focus on the now." urged Jiro.
Yori nodded. "You should get changed into some new clothes and get some sleep. I'll keep studying these parts." Perhaps he could find more clues, or jury-rig something to use in a fight. The raid had come at a heavy price. Jiro's white robe was stained red with the blood of innocents. To not use everything they got from the raid would dishonor them even further.
"You need sleep too." said Jiro.
"We'll take shifts." Yori said. He was about to say he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, but it wasn't like Jiro was going to sleep easy either. Last time he had to be knocked out.
"I'll take first shift then." said Jiro.
"The parts..."
"Go to sleep." insisted Jiro.
Yori nodded and lied down facing away from Jiro. Jiro briefly cleaned their simple camp. He could see a pillar of black smoke continue to billow far in the distance. Barrels of oil were in the supply line? The smoke was a clear message to Gin they were close.