“Not good,” Perez said, tossing his mask into the air and catching it again. Perez wore full-body infiltration armor, with only a few places where the fabric bunched up around joints and wings. He’d covered the latter completely now, though the active camouflage wasn’t doing anything. “Most of the plan is belly-up, commander. We had everything set up with the workmen gradually hollowing-out the ingots, then stockpiling over time so that they’d have enough to have a second shipment in one day we could hide inside, swapping out… look, it was complicated, but it would’ve worked. Now we’re…” He waved one claw through the air. “We’re losing our cool, that’s what this is. I don’t see why we couldn’t wait. Let the attack on Motherlode go how it goes, then keep going with this part as normal in a month.”