Hans reached the seventh floor and found the hallway clean enough that it barely resembled the place he had first cleared months ago.
Kenji waited outside Hans's old apartment with the reports secured inside.
He looked like a sentry doing exactly what he had been told, nothing more dramatic than that.
"I didn't keep you waiting, did I?"
"No, Commander. Everything is inside. I'll remain on the floor unless you need me."
"Rotate with the others when your watch ends. We're staying here long enough that nobody needs to stand outside my door all day."
"Understood."
Hans entered and closed the door.
The room was familiar despite the dust and cobwebs gathering along the furniture.
A chair had been pulled up to the table, where Dmitri's reports and Tyrus's material were stacked under a small weight so the loose pages would stay together.
Hans sat down.
"System, don't interrupt unless something threatens the troops."
[ Understood. ]
He started with Dmitri's route report.
