As they descended the gangplank, Major Isabella didn't look back, her voice carrying over her shoulder with sharp authority. "Walk straight, Ethan. Don't embarrass me. I've already sent word of our arrival, and eyes are already on us."
Ethan followed, dressed in the crisp, high-collared naval uniform they had provided. With his height and restored physique, he looked less like a prisoner and more like an elite aide—an image that served Isabella's purposes perfectly.
Commander Malphas caught up to them at the base of the dock, his expression solemn. "Major, I'm heading to the Ministry of War to present the official salvage report and the intelligence on the Crimson Sect. The War Council will decide the next steps regarding the 'Package' and the border provocations."
"Go," Isabella replied with a dismissive wave. "I'll take him ahead. I have a feeling my father will want a personal look before the bureaucrats start their squabbling."
