The platoon leaders, together with the other important officers, entered the room in a disciplined fashion.
They picked their seats and read through the available reports. Some had already seen parts of them before arriving, but the full collection contained information that had not yet reached their respective units.
Nobody spoke.
Pages turned across the tables.
The Engineer representatives focused on the photographs of damaged roads and collapsed drainage entrances. The Scout leaders studied the surrounding streets and buildings. The Guardian APC commanders paid more attention to the measurements written beside narrow roads, wreckage, and turning areas.
Hans watched them from the end of the table.
At least I don't have to explain everything from the beginning.
Soon, the last personnel arrived—Matilda herself.
She entered with another folder tucked beneath one arm. After checking the faces inside the room, she closed the door behind her.
