Vlad’s abrupt and shocking command threw the entire administrative office into chaos. Hans removed his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose as he set them on his desk. The commotion from the corridor only worsened his throbbing headache.
“We have to prepare for the expedition to Attaca in just a month…” he muttered to himself.
The shadows under his eyes deepened. Even the most efficient administrators required at least six months to organize such an operation without error. But a month? That was absurd. This wasn’t even the annual subjugation expedition; it was a survey to assess and blast the metal mines in Attaca. The mine supervisors would need to prepare for the inspection as well, so even a full year might not be enough.
The ruckus in the hallway suddenly died down, allowing Hans to exhale and gather his thoughts. Blasting operations were routine, but they still carried unpredictable risks. And with no time for thorough preparations, the potential for disaster loomed.
