Bolomite's industrial district had a command tower rising from the ground at the center of the factory complex.
Its upper floors were lined entirely with glass windows, overlooking the whole industrial district.
Lin En strolled over from the Governor's Palace, with Phoros, Valerian, and Carl following behind him.
Lin En climbed to the command tower's top floor, pushed open the door, and walked in.
Iron Hammer stood at the console with a Dataslate in his hand, pointing at the production figures on the screen.
"Production line three, faster, faster! It's piling up behind you!"
"Production line five, slower, slower! They can't keep up behind you!"
"Production line seven... never mind. Just do your own thing."
"Iron Hammer."
Iron Hammer turned and saw him. "What are you doing here?"
Lin En grinned obnoxiously as he teased him. "I came to see how General Iron Hammer was doing at work."
"...?" Iron Hammer's finger paused on the Dataslate, and he turned to look at him.
Lin En gave him a thumbs-up. "Not bad! Looking sharp!"
Iron Hammer grabbed a sword hilt from the shelf beside him and threw it at Lin En, only for the Adeptus Custodes behind Lin En to intercept it.
Valerian stepped forward from his position half a pace behind Lin En, raised his left hand, and caught the sword hilt like lightning.
Valerian gave Iron Hammer a warning look, then lowered his hand, set the sword hilt on the nearby console, and stepped back behind Lin En.
Lin En pointed at Iron Hammer and mocked him. "Careful. Next time you throw something, our esteemed Custodian might not catch it. He might just throw you out instead."
"You-"
"What about me?" Lin En pointed his index finger at him. "Wage slave~"
Iron Hammer turned away and took a deep