The Resolute desk was cold, hard and uncomfortable…and also smelled pretty weird.
She took as deep breath as she could, shifted a little and stared at the super secret, super though alloy blinds on these huge windows…really, when they bulit the place, did they knew about existence of snipers? She lied there, in her pyjamas, thanking god she sworn off nightgowns about the first incident, shook a little from combination of nerves and cold and bussied her mind by thinking about what could be perceived from her, admitably weird, perspective. Because everything was better than thinking about current situation…namely the high position military officer frowning at her and flicking of ancient lightbulbs signalizing without any doubt that they are under heavy fire.
Well, that was also the cause of her presence, because, unbelivably, even as she was said that this will never happen again, it did and she was expected to fix that. Again. Dont matter that last time she barel