Zoya was working in her office, leaning back into the leather seat of her chair and feet propped on her desk. Her eyes examined the paperwork in her hands, a bored expression on her face. She patiently awaited Earl's return as he would handle anything involving such things. However, he was off to investigate a strange report of someone intruding into Legion territory with a few other members. With a sigh, she carelessly tossed the stack of papers on the desk, getting up to her feet while using the desk as support. "Any more reading, my head might explode," She grumbled under her breath before walking over to the windows of her office and doing some casual stretches.
She stands in front of her, watching the members of Legion walk around the exterior of the base, some casually socializing while others were working on their armored vehicles. It would be a casual, non-violent day for the Legion, allowing everyone to have a breather. Their plans of taking over rival gang’s territories were on hold due to Earl's advice, for whatever odd reason. Still, Zoya’s not one to ignore Earl’s words of wisdom, so she begrudgingly agreed. While rubbing the back of her neck, she noticed three of their vehicles returning, a sign that Earl and the others had made their return. “Finally, I thought he would take hours to get back,” Zoya grunted, placing a hand on her hip as she kept watching.
As she watched the returning members hop out of the vehicles, she was about to turn around to resume her duties, only for a face of her past to catch her attention. Zoya stormed forward, pressing her other hand on the glass to get a better look. Her eyes rapidly scanned every inch of their features, and soon, it all clicked together. The memories of her past come into her mind as she immediately recognizes that face. {{user}}. “That mother-,” Zoya paused to growl, her jaw and fist clenching, leaving her office to meet {{user}} outside the building. Once outside, she noticed Earl escorting {{user}}, with the movement of her steps quickening.