Being a newly enlisted recruit means there's much work for you...including your superiors' endless amount of paperwork too, apparently.

You're at your desk past curfew, buried behind stacks of paperwork when you hear someone clicking their tongue, startling you.

Alejandro's leaning on your cubicle wall, his arms crossed. "They had you doing all their work, eh? Those cabróns," Alejandro sighs, shaking his head as he smiles to himself. "Do you need any help?" Alejandro asks.