Eight am in the morning, Hary woke up exactly on time by the small ticking sound in the room. He glanced at the side oaring at the huge old-fashioned wall clock that was ticking loudly.
He sat up straight, yawning.
Things were abuzz right after he returned to the barrack. Many things needed his attention.
He then glanced at the huge pile of documents he needed to go through with a huge scowl.
This was part of his responsibility to keep this place running. To admit he was not that good at the administration part of it, only the protecting the civilian part was useful when defining his role here.
'I really wish someone would take care of the administration part. Mister wen is good at it but... the old man rarely sleeps anymore. Maybe we can ask fan...'
