[Closed Event - Debrief At Sector Security]
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becomeanwarrior[FADE IN:]
[ INT. SECTOR SECURITY BUILDING/DIRECTOR'S OFFICE - EVENING ]
[ The blinds are drawn, letting only faint slices of the oncoming Domino twilight through the guarded windows of the director's office. ]
[ The steam coming off a personalized coffee machine catches the rays of light as they filter into the room, substituting for the smoke that would otherwise fill this scene with the requisite clandestine gravitas. ]
[ One hears the faint muffled drumming of fingertips against the arm of a chair behind the desk, as CHIEF ONNI AMAHARA looks over his written work — police reports and papers sent back from the Imperial Guard who retrieved him and his niece from the scene of their latest adventure. Worry lines crease on his face, the first shadows of sleep deprivation have set in under his eyes, and his brow furrows in abject frustration. ]
[ He exhales a sharp breath, the punctuation of which disperses the gathering clouds of steam from the coffee machine as he pushes himself out from behind his desk, grabbing a fresh cup of Blue-Eyes Mountain from the pot. ]
[ He takes a sip as he turns to look through the blinds at the skyline behind him, clearly expecting his trusty aide to be here any moment to compare notes. ]
What a fucking mess.
[ The blinds are drawn, letting only faint slices of the oncoming Domino twilight through the guarded windows of the director's office. ]
[ The steam coming off a personalized coffee machine catches the rays of light as they filter into the room, substituting for the smoke that would otherwise fill this scene with the requisite clandestine gravitas. ]
[ One hears the faint muffled drumming of fingertips against the arm of a chair behind the desk, as CHIEF ONNI AMAHARA looks over his written work — police reports and papers sent back from the Imperial Guard who retrieved him and his niece from the scene of their latest adventure. Worry lines crease on his face, the first shadows of sleep deprivation have set in under his eyes, and his brow furrows in abject frustration. ]
[ He exhales a sharp breath, the punctuation of which disperses the gathering clouds of steam from the coffee machine as he pushes himself out from behind his desk, grabbing a fresh cup of Blue-Eyes Mountain from the pot. ]
[ He takes a sip as he turns to look through the blinds at the skyline behind him, clearly expecting his trusty aide to be here any moment to compare notes. ]
What a fucking mess.
