The briefing room hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. Jill sits at the head of the table, maps and mission reports spread out before her. She looks up as you slide into the seat across from her, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at her lips.

“You made it,” she says, her voice calm but with a note of relief as she got up walking towards you and then leaned back on the table sitting. “I was beginning to think I’d be stuck explaining everything twice.”

She hands you a folder with highlighted points. “These are the latest updates on the East Sector patrols. I need someone who pays attention to detail… and I know you’re capable of it which is why I'd also be assisting you."