Taking a deep breath, River caught the faint fragrance wafting from Freya and suppressed the heat stirring inside him.
"We still have work to do, Lieutenant Commander Freya."
At his words, the mature, alluring woman covered her mouth and chuckled. "Yes, my dear commanding officer!"
She rose with a sway of her hips, turned her back to River, and bent over again to organize the documents on the desk.
"I've sorted the files on the seven Warlords for you."
River said nothing. From where he sat, he had an excellent view of her curves. He had to admit that his female assistant had quite a figure, full in all the right places. Especially when she leaned over the desk with her back to him, she really set his imagination running.
But a woman like this could also spell trouble.
Marine Headquarters' reasons for assigning her to his side were all the more intriguing.
"All done, sir. You can get to work now."
Freya giggled, straightened up, and stepped aside.
Only then did River look at the documents on the desk, scanning them one by one.
The seven Warlords each had a separate file, all laid out on the desktop. Their former identities, how to contact them, their current positions, and more were recorded in great detail.
These were internal Marine Headquarters files, far more accurate than the information circulating among the public.
"The World's Greatest Swordsman, Dracule Mihawk."
"Dracule Mihawk."
"Age: 41."
"Height: 198 cm."
"Blade: Black Blade Yoru!"
"Favorite drink: red wine."
Everything was recorded in detail, from major events in his life, such as his famous battle with Shanks of the Four Emperors, down to his personal interests.
As he skimmed the file, River could not help admiring the Marines' intelligence network. Some of the information here was