A difficult task to accomplish since not everyone here is on the same timezone. If you excuse me I have matters of state to review. There are some monarchist to clamp down.
-- Chancellor A. Arthur
8 minutes ago: Following new legislation in Aigania, royalist is the most offensive slur in the Aiganian language.
Markov himself was surveilling the gates of the enclosed warehouse from atop the flat roof of a concrete domicile a block away, of which was one of the few structures undamaged apart from its windows. Through his binoculars he could make out the squad of infantrymen pace alongside the ugly bulk of a converted Type 290 tank-turned engineering vehicle, declawed with the absence of its 150mm main gun. Further up the road and around the corner, Markov could see the sparse guards of the facility, unaware that the rumbling they felt was headed for them.
“What’s our status?” Markov asked, lowering his binoculars to look at one of his lieutenants.
“They’re just around the corner. Squad leader reporting all good, except--” The lieutenant stopped.
“Sir, the squad leader said he was winded. Wanted to ride on the tank, sir.”
Markov scoffed. “Tell him he’ll get his chance soon.”
Meanwhile, the fourteen soldiers and their accompaniment reached the gate. Markov watched the soldiers, taking cover behind the advancing diesel beast or around the corner of buildings, trade shots with two sentries before one of the employees retreated into the building, leaving his colleague to bleed out. The engineering vehicle powered through the fence gate, sending the panels of woven steel crashing into the asphalt. In a mad dash to seize the structure, the squad made for the side of the warehouse before falling out of the view of Markov.
A few minutes and muffled pops of gunfire later, the lieutenant reported that they were in possession of the warehouse.
General Pasha Rostov, after leaning over to examine the ashes in one bin, refocused his scowl straight ahead.
“Curious. They burned the records,” Rostov mused, stepping through the door. Markov, holding it open with his foot, allowed him through before falling in stride.
“Not the behavior of robbers,” Markov said.
They were now in what looked to be the main cargo area; dock doors lined the northern side of the room and the space in between the tall concrete walls of the room was filled with stacks upon stacks of wooden and steel crates, ranging from ones the size of a briefcase to ones large enough for a standard naval shipping container.
“So, we’re certain they were employees-- but to what end? Were they acting under their own interests in hopes of a promotion? Were they politically motivated?” Rostov asked, rustling and listening to the contents of a box.
“I’ll suppose we’ll find out when we interrogate the survivors,” Markov responded. Rostov handed the box to Markov, who, unsure what to do with it, tossed it onto a pile of cargo. Of the handful of people who guarded the warehouse, two had been successfully captured-- they were currently held at a district police station, awaiting whatever system of justice the office in charge deemed fit. Rostov, who was that officer, nodded his approval of the cargo and munitions that surrounded him.
“Well, Captain, I’ve got other business to attend to and you have your supplies. Be generous; share it as much as possible so I’m not running an army of ragamuffins.” Rostov said, turning towards the door.
“Yes, sir,” Markov said, quickly saluting.
Rostov, stopping momentarily before the door, added, “And Captain?”
It's a limited time prerelease. This way we can mark it up a bit, but more importantly make everyone who didn't get one jealous. Plus we can only export so many before your customs officials notice, since safety testing ever so slightly maybe kind of definitely hasn't been completed abroad*.
But there has been no economic benefits lol
Because having a codified justice system and abolishing child labour is an enlightened reform. And keeping people in jobs keeps them busy and contented instead of unemployed and restless which turns into anger against the government.