Justin grabbed an object from his desk and swung it as hard as he could at the wall. The vase shattered into a million tiny fragments. "That's not going to happen!" he yelled into the phone.
"Sir, just give me a little more time and "
"You've got a week," he said into the phone. "I don't care how far you've come by that point. We'll be moving in a week. Understand?"
"Of course, Sir.”
Justin got off the phone. His thumb pressed so hard on the end button that the device snapped in half. "Dammit.”
One of his men entered the tent with trepidation. "Sir, the group has returned from Warren pack territory."
Justin pressed his nose against the bridge of his nose. "And?" His mind began to scream profanities at him.
“Four prisoners of war, sir..."
"Did the mission go well?"
"
