The Bridge.
Koller, who should have been commanding from the control platform, was now at the entrance, awaiting Reinhardt's triumphant return.
In contrast, Lu Jia stood on the second-level command platform, holding a thick stack of documents from the Military Affairs Department. The pained expression on her face was plain to see, her brow tightly furrowed.
She had thought Koller would leave her be for a while, but she never expected him to hand over duties to her so quickly.
Besides feeling helpless, the role reversal from executor to commander was proving difficult for her to adapt to.
She preferred battling formidable foes on the front lines to dealing with these headache-inducing documents from the Military Affairs Department. At least on the battlefield, she didn't have to rack her brains like this.
'I have to carefully parse the information conveyed by these words, and the political intentions behind them.'
