Repercussion - Quarters

[Travis Oxford]

1545
Quarters

There were reports to read, Travis thought as he looked at the small pile on his desk, then there were letters from home to read as his eyes travelled to another pile on the same desk, but different location. One appealed more than the other, while the other was a task he needed to get done to stay on top of the current situations on the base.

Looking at the bed for a second, he knew the urge of a cat nap seeping in when he saw one. Past week he knew had been a busy one. With few interrogation of their newest prisoner, what ever her name was, which he could barely recall for the moment. Her black hair,done oddly made him cringe at the fact how could a woman put her hair through such torture. But that was the least of his problems.

His another second in Command was dead - a clone or not - by one of his another team members. He was certain that few court appearances were on his 'do to' pile, near future, or he, himself might be slapped with one of those Article 15/16's. That didn't really sound like fun at all. Making a face he pulled his chair and kept his lukewarm coffee on the table, sitting down he picked up one file to read.

Opening he groaned as his brain protested against all that reading. Just by looking at the file, he could feel his brain frying.

<<Tag Anyone>>

Please create a new threat for EACH of the different location on the base. it makes the archiving of the threats easier.