Various documents and folders containing classified information were scattered all over the place. The operative wasn’t normally this disorganised, but the sudden influx of anomalous reports in the area had her incredibly stressed out. Even more than usual. It felt like the list of things to do was piling up, yet she continuously refused any offers for help. She didn’t want help. She didn’t need help. Hell, she would probably even try to do all the missions on her own if it wasn’t protocol for at least two or more operatives to handle them. As soon as the door opens her head snaps up.

“Who are you and what do you want? I’m a bit busy right now, so make it quick.”