Editing HEAVY OBJECT:Volume9 Chapter 1 (section)

===Part 12===

The trick itself was simple.

It was an optical illusion only meant to last one night.

“You know those magic tricks on TV shows where they make a large passenger plane disappear? What they do is slowly turn the platform the audience is sitting on, show them a completely different direction, and make it look like the plane disappeared. My suggestion is something like that.”

During a discussion to kill time, Quenser Barbotage had given his explanation while attaching colorful magnets to a whiteboard.

“Basically, you just need two lighthouses.”

He had moved the magnets.

“On a foggy night, you switch one lighthouse off and the other one on when the power goes down and then back up. That will slightly alter the source of the light. Then the guards looking to the southern cape will think the shadow projected onto the fog is the Object. Even if…”

He had showed off by holding a kids’ meal toy between his thumb and forefinger.

It was a doll(?) of the Baby Magnum sold in the safe countries.

“Even if it’s a toy as small as this. They’re only seeing the silhouette, so they won’t know the exact distance and size.”

He had added arrows to the magnets on the whiteboard.

“As long as we can get them to focus on the decoy silhouette, we can do whatever we want. The original lighthouse will be off, so we can remove the real Object without worrying about a backlight. It won’t show up on the fog screen no matter how much we move it, so no one will stop us. Of course, we can’t have the real silhouette ever showing up, so we would need to keep the lightship’s light from rotating. Instead, we’d need to have the light strengthen and fade so it looks like it’s turning when seen from head on,” he had added. “Then we just have to sneak up to the Object and drag it out to sea. If our Princess threatens the Elite with her main cannon, we might be able to get a Faith Organization Object without a scratch on it.”

That had all been nothing but a theory.

What if it was not foggy on the night in question?

What if the blackout did not work properly?

How were they supposed to fool the Object’s own cameras and sensors?

What if the Elite found she really needed to use the bathroom in the middle of her meditation and what if a delinquent soldier did not feel like leaving the Large Fence and stayed in his barracks?

How exactly were they supposed to drag it out to sea?

If any one of those did not work out, it would all fail, so it was a dangerous tightrope act.

But experts on the scene were the kind of people who found a way to make up for what they lacked.

And a few days after that idle discussion, Major Frolaytia Capistrano had grinned and made a certain announcement.

“Rejoice. It seems the higher ups took a liking to your unique suggestion. You should get orders to head to Lost Angels before long, so make sure you’re packed and ready to go.”