Ogundele walked quickly toward the mansion where Carlos was working. He passed through the courtyard without slowing, ignoring the curious glances of those who already recognized him, and entered directly into Carlos's office.
Inside, Carlos was seated behind his desk, surrounded by documents. His attention was fixed on the logistics of the coming campaign in Mompox—lists, routes, costs. He was attempting to find a way to reduce the expense of transporting supplies to the camp Krugger had chosen, though the terrain made every solution inefficient.
When he noticed Ogundele, he looked up with mild surprise.
"What brings you here, Ogundele? Were you not working at the steel mill?" he asked.
Ogundele nodded.
"I was. But it seems I require the steam machines Francisco sent."
He paused briefly.
"I assume… he did send some?"
Carlos frowned at the mention.
