The dust from the demolition of the main gate had barely settled, yet Ragnar, the Director of Industry, was already bored with conquest.
Taking the city had been easy. The "God Hammer" had opened the door, and the Industrial Corps, protected by their reluctant Huscarl bodyguards, had walked in. There was looting, yes, but under the new "York Industrial Act," it was organized looting. The "Weasel" was currently cataloging stolen chalices in the market square.
Ragnar sat in the ruins of a Saxon church, which had been repurposed as the "Department of Education." The stained glass was broken, but the roof was solid, which made it the most valuable building in the city.
Across from him sat two men who looked like they had been hit by a truck.
