At the Squire Manor, Richard Shaw lowered his gaze to the two tiny Ragdoll kittens lounging lazily on his lap, acting coquettish and playful.
They say owners resemble their pets.
These two cats were just too sociable.
"Commander, are you really not going to force your way in? The longer we drag this out, the more likely the outside world will catch wind of it." One of Richard Shaw's subordinates was uneasy. They were already short-staffed on this trip to the South Seas, and with the commander's mobility impaired, if they got tangled up in the South Seas' disputes and something went awry, there would be no way to account for it to their brothers back at the military.
Richard Shaw glanced at the time and replied flatly, "Give Ignatius Leclair a call."
As he spoke, the other side from the Autumn Mountains had already made contact first.
Ignatius Leclair's deep and icy voice came through, "The situation's been resolved."
"Mm." Richard Shaw allowed a slight smile.
