Don stormed down the hallway, an overstuffed manila folder under his arm, the papers barely held in by a flimsy rubber band. He was the, rather new, security director onboard orbiting academic station Altair 7309. After a rather serious event that went under his paranoid radar happened, he had to pull some strings in order to get a meeting with the highest ranking being on the station, The Overseer.
He walked up to an old, wooden door with bright gold trim at the end of the hall and threw it open, banging it against the bookshelf behind it. The lone woman, who was sitting behind an ornate, mahogany desk, and was turned to the side typing away at a computer, didn’t even seem to acknowledge him. He hesitated as he cleared his throat, throwing the folder down onto the desk with an audible “BANG!” the rubber band snapping off, and flying towards the woman. Suddenly her hand flew up, and caught the rubber band m