The grey light of dawn filtered through the reinforced glass windows of the Governor's temporary office in the Titan Construction Zone.
Ragnar was quickly awakened; the rhythmic pounding of the pile drivers had ceased for the shift change, which was a rare occurrence at this point.
Because of this silence, the Director was finally able to get a few hours of calculated REM sleep.
Seeing as how he would be conducting a performance review of the Frankish army today, Ragnar did not bother with his morning cardio and instead began to get dressed in his executive attire.
By now, his armor was comprised of the "Mark IV" munitions-grade plate, a suit of matte-grey steel that lacked the gaudy ornamentation of the Saxon lords; it came with matching articulated gauntlets designed for gripping a lever, not a chalice.
