After testing the guns, the Secretary and her subordinates checked the containers that Lackey had brought.
They analysed the quantities, confirming each item before directing the workers to load everything into their building in a hurried yet controlled rhythm, as if time itself pressed against their backs.
Inside the office, far removed from the noise and movement outside...
Lackey and Rosavere sat across from each other, glasses of chilled juice in hand... even though Rosavere was the one drinking wine.
"I am thinking of visiting the Emperor tomorrow," Rosavere said as she took a sip.
Lackey leaned back slightly, "To make a deal?" he asked.
"Yes. The situation has become somewhat of a mess… You remember what happened two days ago." Her eyes dimmed for a brief moment, but she quickly dismissed it with a faint breath.
