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This is the last one.
Your team's strategy of maintaining constant communication seems to be almost on par with the Engineering Force, even with the help of their thrusters.
Only one component remains.
Sorry, but we've found it, too!
Tch.
One of the other Constructs stays behind and blocks Lee for a few seconds, giving the other Construct a chance to slip by the side of the cliff using the thrusters.
Should've expected such tactics from a combat team. Guess I learned a thing or two.
Even though Lee manages to juke the Construct blocking his way, the competition is still down to the wire.
Got it!
We win!
Looks like we got the upper hand this time.
After grabbing the last part, the Construct returns to her companion's side. She extends her hand in a gesture of sportsmanship.
...
Who wouldn't have an "upper hand" with anti-gravity thrusters...
Lee's response carries a sarcastic undertone, but he still shakes hands with his opponents in a friendly gesture.
You feel slightly annoyed with the other team for using high-speed support devices.
After all, the organizers probably didn't anticipate anyone going out of bounds and bypassing the side of the cliff. You feel helpless against their exploitation of a loophole.
It's not over yet.
Hold on. Didn't we get the last bolt? Why does it look like the other parts...
Did you mess up?
How's that possible? Would you have messed up?
Faced with the explanation by the organizer's staff, the Constructs share looks of dismay.
They repeatedly check the objects on the table only to realize they accidentally grabbed a duplicate bolt.
At that moment, Lee hands in the items you have collected.
Surely enough, the last part lies in his palm.
Looks like I still have a trick up my sleeve from playing magician all day.
Correct.
...I just have quick hands.
After leaving his signature code at the end of the last report today, Lee closes the holo-screen.
After rubbing the center of his brow, he clenches his fist, shakes his wrist, and opens his fingers. An intricate robot instantly appears in the palm of his hand.
Lee opens a drawer stuffed with parts, ribbons, playing cards, and small robots of various shapes, and puts it in.
Then he casually picks up the paper in front of him, holds it by the edge, and folds it several times. The celebration flyer becomes an intricate origami rose.
Looking at the time, he furrows his eyebrows and quickly unfolds the paper with blistering speed.
Folding it again, but this time faster, he checks his time, then puts the "rose" in the drawer.
After moving his stiff joints, he takes out a bottle of lubricant and rubs it on his hands.
All that remains is...
