Hans checked the training queue again before leaving the damaged bunker room.
"Two Missile Infantry at fifteen minutes each, and forty for the DASF. I have time."
He opened his comms.
"Kenji, do you copy?"
"Commander."
"Bring Dmitri's reports and Tyrus's notes to my old apartment room. I'll read them there."
"Understood, Commander. Kenji out."
Before leaving, Hans looked over the cracks spreading from the wall beside the bed.
They were shallow, but there were enough of them to make him wonder how much force had gone through the room during the promotion.
He tapped the concrete twice with one finger, much more carefully this time.
"Still solid. Good."
That was enough testing for now.
The metal door opened into a quiet corridor.
The sentries had kept their distance from the room without abandoning the section, leaving the passage clear while Hans recovered.
Hans stepped out and glanced back at the damage one last time.
