Sigurd's grin quickly turned into a frown as he realised the severity of the situation. If the girl died, he would have to find some other way to convince that bitch, and he had no idea where to even start with that.
He cursed under his breath and stood up before slapping the girl between his legs away from him. "Fuck off, bitch. We'll continue this another time."
The girl yelped, stumbled back, and fell against a table, where she quickly curled up to protect herself.
Sigurd just ignored her. He adjusted his elegant and dignified clothing so that he was once again fully covered up and rushed out the door, nearly bowling over his personal assistant, Lars, who brought him the news.
"Tell me everything you know!" Sigurd barked as he continued to move through the bunker's narrow hallways. Lars, who only barely kept up with his lord, quickly explained what he knew while they moved to the base's command centre.
