Hans watched the training queue tick down into completion.
"Forty minutes for the DASF," he calculated. "Fifty for the two Missile Infantries. Shouldn't be too long."
He paced around the room before using his comms.
"Kenji, do you copy?"
"Commander."
"Bring the documents over to my previous room. You know where it is, right?"
"Understood, Commander. Kenji, out."
Hans took a good look around once again and saw the cracks on the walls. Though little, a web of such cracks spanned from the bed he was in.
It looked hideous, and the falling fragments didn't help Hans either. He raised his index finger and curled it inward.
Two taps. Two dull thuds.
"Nothing's changing," Hans was relieved. "If that broke the wall, I'd be damned."
He sighed and turned to the exit.
The metallic door creaked open.
The corridor was quieter than before. Not because the guards had left, but because the soldiers outside were trying to be.
