O5-11 takes a sip out of her glass of whisky, swirling it around for show. She stared at the wall. It was far too late for her to be awake.

Either way, she was, and she couldn’t really do anything about that fact, especially when her phone started ringing. Something work related. She hesitated before answering it.

“What.”

She practically hissed the words out, her voice layered with clear disdain.