Michael sat in Jethrel's office. His green eyes had dark circles under them, and a beard was starting to grow, little more than stubble. A sergeant walked into the room, handing him a fresh stack of papers. "Captain, as requested, here is the list of all the rescued civilians."
Michael sighed. "Thank you, Ricardo."
Erica sat at a different desk, sifting through financial documents. "You look like hell. Are you sure you don't need to rest? You've been awake for nearly thirty-six hours."
Michael shook his head. "I can't rest while we still consolidate manpower. Right after taking control of a new city, it is at its most vulnerable. We can't afford to relax, then have our throats slit in the middle of the night."
Erica grimaced at the visual. "I see."
Justin walked into the room and stood in front of Michael's desk. "Sir, the city leaders have come to talk to you, as requested."
Michael stood up. "Alright, let me wash my face and shave. Tell them that I will be right there."
