The brown grey clouds roiled in the sky above Head Office as Hjordis Falk gazed idly across the sludge of the Thames. This weather would certainly delay shipments across the Baltic, but not significantly enough to worry about. She turned from the window back to his desk. She had more pressing matters in the south to deal with. The border conflicts with Franco-Iberia had reached a lull that she didn't trust to stay that way, and expansions eastward had been slowed by heavy mutant resistance. She needed to get some heavier troops to the east, but couldn't risk taking them off the border. Her UKEEN adviser had warned against another draft so soon after the last one, lest the populace get uneasy. There was the option of producing heavier armour to ship eastward, but that was a costly plan in both time and finances. If she let the Franco-Iberians get ahead in the territorial claims it would lower employee morale and productivity would suffer as a result.
She sighed and took another drink of brandy when she saw the next report on her desk. Reparations on the new oil rig were delayed by weather and a broken cargo vessel. The whole project would be pushed back a month at least. This she could deal with. A month wasn't as bad as things could have been and once the rig was functional it would provide a massive boon to the economy. She still wished that some good news would come through her office at some point.