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Jacob’s Point Of View
Wandering around the Narvona factory floor and logistics warehousing put me in my element. Daniel strode beside me, hardly saying a word, which concerned me. He’d been pensive since collecting me by helicopter from Granger Hall.
The ongoing due diligence process was not playing well on his psyche because all the prodding and probing was ejecting all kinds of skeletons from closets. He stared into a yellow-painted square on the floor that should have had two GE Aerospace T901 turboshaft engines.
The space was empty, and Daniel gawped in disbelief at the polished concrete floor.
“That’s two Blackhawk military helicopter engines missing, Jacob.”
“They also fit the Apache attack helicopter.”
“The missing inventory cost just keeps rising. I can’t believe this shit… who the fuck would buy anything like this on the black market?”
“Foreign governments, Daniel. Competitors, maybe.”
“This place is fucking tragic, Jacob.”
“I’m glad you said it.”
“Do you agree?”
“Missing inventory, people standing idle on production lines, poor attendance records, too many disciplinary interviews… Narvona is poorly run for sure.”