The office was not spacious, but it was neatly arranged. Simple decorative paintings hung on the walls, alongside several certificates of commendation and letters of thanks.
The desk was large and solid, its surface covered with neatly arranged documents and reports, each seemingly important and urgent. The screen on it glowed with complex data and charts. Beside it, a printer hummed quietly, occasionally spitting out a few urgent documents.
A half-finished cup of coffee sat at the corner of the desk. Steam rose from it and slowly dispersed through the still air, carrying a faint, bitter aroma.
A green potted plant stood in one corner of the office, its greenery especially vivid in this pressure-filled environment. Beside it was a small bookcase packed with professional reference books and folders.
Two comfortable leather sofas and a small coffee table stood by the window. Several soft cushions rested on the sofas, and Jonas sat on one, toying with two dice.
"Judging by the time, it should be about ready."
He stopped what he was doing, went over to pick up the sheets emerging from the fax machine, and adjusted his Communicator to the radio interface. Then he headed out toward his own office.
"Listeners, you are now tuned in to our latest report on the situation in Dragon City. Today, this once-prosperous city faces an unprecedented crisis. According to our latest information, several areas of the city have been severely affected, and the Federation has claimed responsibility for this operation."
"Dragon City currently faces numerous threats, beginning with public safety. Crime rates have risen sharply in recent days, and police sirens can be heard throughout the streets. Riot response teams and emergency medical teams are working tirelessly to maintain order. Unfortunately, incidents of minor violence and theft continue to occur, particularly on