The dim light filtered through the glass, casting a soft blue hue on the draped curtains. Bologue slowly sat up from the bed, feeling a slight dizziness in his head. It seemed he drank a bit too much last night.
He glanced at the bedside table, where various documents were piled up, all marked with the Special Operations Group's insignia, the twisted Rupert's Tear.
Yesterday, he and Palmer ended their vacation. After leaving the Border Sanatorium, they first returned to the Order Bureau to report the situation.
With Nesanel, the Deputy Director of the Order Bureau and the Minister of External Affairs, vouching for him, Lebius asked no questions when they returned. It seemed the stormy night's raid had passed, with all documents sealed and filed away.
After checking on the physical and mental state of the two, Lebius looked at the date. With Nesanel extending their vacation, including today, they had two more days to rest. Then, he handed them a series of work files.
