"General!"
"..."
"General!!"
"..."
"General Laine!"
"Ah!"
Richard suddenly stood up, the motion so abrupt that it almost toppled the chair beneath him. He staggered two steps before barely managing to steady himself by grabbing the table in front of him. It took a while for his bloodshot, dark yellow eyes to gradually clear up and for his dry vocal cords to regain function, letting out a hoarse, low growl: "Time..."
"Four fifty in the morning."
The calm voice sounded from behind him. Richard didn't need to turn around to know who it was. At this time, unless the position had been completely breached, there wouldn't be anyone else here besides his fiancée and deputy officer.
