Robert continuously wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Their car was parked in the free parking spaces at the aeropark, and it too was a borrowed clunker. The whole "get-up" screamed poverty and hardship in every possible way.
Yet, Robert still felt uneasy. Hadn't they already dealt with all investor inspections? Why would there suddenly emerge a review from the "Future" Project Inspection Bureau?
He had heard of the "Future" Project. It was funded by the Confederation and specifically designed to support promising endeavors within the Star Nation, especially those related to the Great War against the Insect Race.
This support program didn't even demand a return on investment. A loss wouldn't be pursued. If it made a profit, one only needed to return the principal within five years.
It was practically like giving away money.
But Robert wasn't hopeful at all because he had already prepared to flee.
