Paris City Hall, Ministry of the Navy Office.
The flames in the fireplace danced joyfully, several assistants were busy answering calls and delivering sorted telegrams and documents to the Minister of the Navy.
The Minister of the Navy sipped red wine, leisurely flipping through the telegrams, with a casual gaze.
To him, there was nothing that required attention or consideration; nominally, he oversaw the navy in two directions: Brest Port and Toulon Port.
But in reality, Brest Port had slipped from the Minister's control.
Influenced by the development at Brest Shipyard and the North Sea warfare, they had fully supported Shire.
And most of the intelligence was related to Brest Shipyard.
Those were Shire's issues, not needing the Minister's worries.
As for Toulon Port and the Mediterranean, the Germans' warships could not operate here; what else could happen? It's merely issues of transport and patrol.
