In the fleet admiral's office within the towering branch office building somewhere near the middle of the Port of Dawn, Abraham went through various reports, realizing how troublesome the circumstance of the southern colony had become.
He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance as the final operation against the Colonial Dominion of Terra should be written at this very moment. But because of the unexpected trouble in the south, it had been delayed as their forces turned its focus to the terrorist.
'I have to solve it fast. The incoming reinforcements should be able to handle it. But will they be able to do it swiftly?' He thoughtfully questioned, wondering what he should do about it. There were many options he could pick, some better, some worse.
