It was the wrong end of dawn to be seeing. Hudson?s head was aching fiercely, and his eyes felt burnt into his skull. Propping his elbows on the desk, he scrubbed with the base of his palms over his closed lids and then opened bloodshot black eyes to look at the neat writing on the parchment once more. In his first draft he had taken all of the responsibility ? Rhys had cursed him out fiercely and had him re-write the report. The older man had pulled out a cot in his office and slept there now. Apart from Hudson?s break to visit the Red Dragon and Rhys? trip out for a meal and a break of his own, the two had been working almost non-stop since the accident.
The accident. Hudson had been standing on the balcony watching a crew lift a pallet of crates packed with fine blue china from Yransea using one of the large pulley systems. There had been a creak, a ragged tearing sound, and suddenly the pulley had fallen apart. The pallet had gone plummeting to the ground to the accompaniment of surprised yells by the workers. Only good fortune had kept anyone from being hurt. Rhys had lunged out of his office, and the two men shared a glance, and then shouted out to those below not to touch anything.
The mess was still on the floor, shards of china and splinters of wood, until Master Corinsson could investigate the site. Rhys had gone to look for Kayle, who should have been on the warehouse floor; Hudson had immediately begun to pull the maintenance and inspection records. It had been one of the first jobs Rhys had set him to when he was first hired, and when Kayle had been promoted from third shift foreman he had taken over the job.
And that was where things became more complicated. Hudson sighed and re-read the first portion of his report.
At one hour past noon on the 19th of May, a pulley broke while lifting a cargo of fine blue china from Yransea. The pallet and all contents broke; no workers were injured. We prevented anyone from touching any of the debris, and began immediate inspections of the remaining equipment in the warehouse and all maintenance records. Multiple discrepancies surfaced; we request an investigation of the accident site and all equipment to determine if there is evidence of sabotage or if this was caused by neglect.
Mobile lips thinned and firmed as Hudson paused to scrub at his eyes again. The records had been in order, showing Kayle?s scrawled signatures back for the months he had taken the job. Kayle had been reliable and motivated as third shift foreman; he had taken to his duties as assistant to the warehouse managers with the same capability. As months went on, Rhys and Hudson had trusted him more and more, reviewing his reports but no longer actually double-checking all of his work.
After all, why take on an assistant when you had to re-accomplish everything he did? So Kayle had performed to all evidence both ably and well. And then, about two months prior, he had come to Rhys and Hudson and explained that he was having family difficulties ? his son was ill, he and his wife were having problems because of that. He wanted to keep the job, he needed the money, but his hours might sometimes be irregular.
They had taken his word. When Kayle came in late to work, he would stay late to make it up; if he left early, he would come in early the next day. Once or twice in the first month, four or five times in the second. Rhys and Hudson noticed his withdrawal, the snappishness where he had been a cheerful and calm man. But with an ill child and a difficult relationship with his wife, who could blame the man? They thought no more on Kayle?s strange behavior, despite its increasing severity ? until the accident.
When all of the inspection records came up in order, Hudson took the last set of reports down to the floor to compare the papers to the actual equipment. Rhys still had not found Kayle when Hudson had finished that long job. The paperwork showed all of their equipment in good order, with no repairs or replacements needed. What Hudson had found was something else entirely.
Most of the equipment appeared worn, broken, or about to break ? but none of it was obvious. A quick look would show everything in order. The pulley was far from the worst thing that could have broken in the course of a job; if one of the stands had gone down, there would have been injuries and deaths instead of simply broken cargo. But all of it was in such bad shape ? Rhys, with his solid build and grizzled reddish hair looked very bleak indeed. Hudson had thought it all accident until Rhys sent home the workers and drew him aside, to speak one short word. Sabotage.
In addition to the investigation into the state of the warehouse equipment, we request all aid in locating and questioning one Kayle Donar, assistant to the warehouse managers. Over the past two months his behavior had become increasingly unreliable; since the accident we have had not been able to locate him. Among the abnormal behavior changes were withdrawal, abrupt anger, and failure to report to work on time or early departures with little explanation. He claimed to have family difficulties ? an ill son and arguments with his wife. When Rhys checked at Kayle?s home following the accident, he found that Kayle?s children were healthy but that his wife was concerned; she had not seen her husband in two days.
Once the investigation has been concluded and the necessary equipment replaced, the Yransea warehouse can resume operations as before. The estimated cost to replace the broken cargo and all damaged equipment will be in the neighborhood of ten thousand gold. Once the investigators have cleared operations to resume, it will take five days to return to normal trade flow; at our current rate of operations the delay will cost us another two hundred gold per day on average. It will take approximately two months to return to our current balance of holdings following this occurrence.
Rhys Bransson
Hudson Fraiser
There was nothing more Hudson could think of to put down. There would be questions, harsh ones, and it was a very real possibility that he would be dismissed. That he could live with. What bit, harsher than any words another could throw, was his failure.
Rolling up the parchment and its triplets and leaving the fourth copy on the desk, Hudson sealed them both with the Yransea seal and walked outside to one of the guards. A quiet request and the reports were on their way ? one to the Baroness, one to Captain Caisson and one to Master Corinsson. Returning to his desk, Hudson touched Rhys lightly on the shoulder and in a quiet voice, told the older man to go home for some proper sleep.
He wouldn?t find any in what remained of the night.
The accident. Hudson had been standing on the balcony watching a crew lift a pallet of crates packed with fine blue china from Yransea using one of the large pulley systems. There had been a creak, a ragged tearing sound, and suddenly the pulley had fallen apart. The pallet had gone plummeting to the ground to the accompaniment of surprised yells by the workers. Only good fortune had kept anyone from being hurt. Rhys had lunged out of his office, and the two men shared a glance, and then shouted out to those below not to touch anything.
The mess was still on the floor, shards of china and splinters of wood, until Master Corinsson could investigate the site. Rhys had gone to look for Kayle, who should have been on the warehouse floor; Hudson had immediately begun to pull the maintenance and inspection records. It had been one of the first jobs Rhys had set him to when he was first hired, and when Kayle had been promoted from third shift foreman he had taken over the job.
And that was where things became more complicated. Hudson sighed and re-read the first portion of his report.
At one hour past noon on the 19th of May, a pulley broke while lifting a cargo of fine blue china from Yransea. The pallet and all contents broke; no workers were injured. We prevented anyone from touching any of the debris, and began immediate inspections of the remaining equipment in the warehouse and all maintenance records. Multiple discrepancies surfaced; we request an investigation of the accident site and all equipment to determine if there is evidence of sabotage or if this was caused by neglect.
Mobile lips thinned and firmed as Hudson paused to scrub at his eyes again. The records had been in order, showing Kayle?s scrawled signatures back for the months he had taken the job. Kayle had been reliable and motivated as third shift foreman; he had taken to his duties as assistant to the warehouse managers with the same capability. As months went on, Rhys and Hudson had trusted him more and more, reviewing his reports but no longer actually double-checking all of his work.
After all, why take on an assistant when you had to re-accomplish everything he did? So Kayle had performed to all evidence both ably and well. And then, about two months prior, he had come to Rhys and Hudson and explained that he was having family difficulties ? his son was ill, he and his wife were having problems because of that. He wanted to keep the job, he needed the money, but his hours might sometimes be irregular.
They had taken his word. When Kayle came in late to work, he would stay late to make it up; if he left early, he would come in early the next day. Once or twice in the first month, four or five times in the second. Rhys and Hudson noticed his withdrawal, the snappishness where he had been a cheerful and calm man. But with an ill child and a difficult relationship with his wife, who could blame the man? They thought no more on Kayle?s strange behavior, despite its increasing severity ? until the accident.
When all of the inspection records came up in order, Hudson took the last set of reports down to the floor to compare the papers to the actual equipment. Rhys still had not found Kayle when Hudson had finished that long job. The paperwork showed all of their equipment in good order, with no repairs or replacements needed. What Hudson had found was something else entirely.
Most of the equipment appeared worn, broken, or about to break ? but none of it was obvious. A quick look would show everything in order. The pulley was far from the worst thing that could have broken in the course of a job; if one of the stands had gone down, there would have been injuries and deaths instead of simply broken cargo. But all of it was in such bad shape ? Rhys, with his solid build and grizzled reddish hair looked very bleak indeed. Hudson had thought it all accident until Rhys sent home the workers and drew him aside, to speak one short word. Sabotage.
In addition to the investigation into the state of the warehouse equipment, we request all aid in locating and questioning one Kayle Donar, assistant to the warehouse managers. Over the past two months his behavior had become increasingly unreliable; since the accident we have had not been able to locate him. Among the abnormal behavior changes were withdrawal, abrupt anger, and failure to report to work on time or early departures with little explanation. He claimed to have family difficulties ? an ill son and arguments with his wife. When Rhys checked at Kayle?s home following the accident, he found that Kayle?s children were healthy but that his wife was concerned; she had not seen her husband in two days.
Once the investigation has been concluded and the necessary equipment replaced, the Yransea warehouse can resume operations as before. The estimated cost to replace the broken cargo and all damaged equipment will be in the neighborhood of ten thousand gold. Once the investigators have cleared operations to resume, it will take five days to return to normal trade flow; at our current rate of operations the delay will cost us another two hundred gold per day on average. It will take approximately two months to return to our current balance of holdings following this occurrence.
Rhys Bransson
Hudson Fraiser
There was nothing more Hudson could think of to put down. There would be questions, harsh ones, and it was a very real possibility that he would be dismissed. That he could live with. What bit, harsher than any words another could throw, was his failure.
Rolling up the parchment and its triplets and leaving the fourth copy on the desk, Hudson sealed them both with the Yransea seal and walked outside to one of the guards. A quiet request and the reports were on their way ? one to the Baroness, one to Captain Caisson and one to Master Corinsson. Returning to his desk, Hudson touched Rhys lightly on the shoulder and in a quiet voice, told the older man to go home for some proper sleep.
He wouldn?t find any in what remained of the night.