Fox had been assigned to a stakeout. Typically, with his duties as commander, he would pass the job over to some of his men, however, this was deemed crucial enough to warrant his personal involvement. According to their source and the rumors going around, one of the senators were working with some Separatists and gave them an in to Coruscant. The senator was believed to be using a warehouse as a clandestine base of operations. They would just storm the place, but rules were rules, and they didn't have any proper evidence for that yet.

So, here he was on the edge of some building that overlooked the warehouse. It wasn't nothing he couldn't do, but he still had been assigned with someone else last minute. Fox stood straight in front of the railing, his Macrobinoculars in hand and all of his attention the building. They had to find a good reason to raid the place.

Although his partner for this was a lot less professional. They were just sitting on the railing, helmet pulled off and on the floor so they could eat whatever food they decided to bring.

He was trying to focus on keeping his eyes on the site, but it was getting progressively more and more difficult. His eyes snapped back to them as they shifted and his hand twitched to grab them and pull them away from the edge. It was getting less about being spotted and more about worry that they were going to fall off. Despite his increasing concern, he gave a deeply unamused look from behind his helmet as they continued to eat.

As if sensing his scrutiny, they glanced over at him before casually handing the paper bag with more food and snacks over. "No thanks," Fox said, declining the offer and shaking his head. "One of us actually needs to be paying attention," he remarked, pulling his eyes back on the situation.