Prospecting Innovation

Three hours later, the night descended on the city of Paris, blanketing it with darkness. Street lamps flickered to life, casting a soft glow on the cobblestone streets below. The bustling sounds of the depot had given way to quiet stillness, interrupted only by the distant hooting of an owl or the occasional clatter of a passing carriage.

Napoleon returned to Ciela who was at the office, speaking with Henri and other high-ranking officials.

"Honey, are you done? We should get going now."

"Oh right," Ciela replied, closing the conversation with Henri and turning her attention back to Napoleon. "I was just discussing some logistical matters with Henri and the others. It seems everything is in order for our continuous supply of coal and equipment. So, are you going to show me what Etienne made for you?"

"In the carriage," Napoleon replied.

"I see," Ciela smiled, turning again to Henri. "I'm afraid that we have to leave now."