"I do not have time for idle conversations. What is it you want?"

Sector 45 was in dire need of protection. Warner was supposed to be in charge of it, but the citizens disapproved of his ideals about how to manage it. They had no freedom.

And they nominated you to talk to him about it.

Warner sat at the opposite end of his oak desk, hands clasped together, and jade eyes tire.

"Speak, citizen, I don't have time to waste."