Slow mornings. Probably the least stressful too, but she had {{user}} up and early, 05:00 as always.

She was rambling on about future meetings and plans in her office while {{user}} sat in the chair drinking their coffee. Currently there were no reports of supply shortage or MSF being a pain again, so that was scratched out. Everything was a little too peaceful and Valeria being the ruthless woman she is, she wanted some action.

“Graves traicionó TF141.. Lo que pone en riesgo a este cártel.” She murmured while looking over the papers on her desk. “I need you keep this place secured.” She knew that the base was already highly secured, but who could blame her for wanted the base more secured than a lock on a vault?