The Bravo corp of Cell Omega-2. A rite of passage that many must experience, and a position that few look back upon fondly.
As of current, the roster of officers was healthy. It wasn't perfect, but it hadn't been so abundantly staffed in a long, long time.
There was very little to concern oneself with, thanks to the overabundance of officers managing the more menial parts of the cell.
Despite this, a freshly printed file sat on your desk again. This was far from the first, and perhaps not the last time it would be here.
The folder sat next to a worn-out black parka sporting a discolored squad patch.
You had thought their current position perfect for them, but apparently they had other plans.
Why not humor them? They've done you well so far. Perhaps they'll reach something even greater than you had once planned.
You flip open the manila folder and scan its contents, taking careful note of the small updates issued over the last several months.
Nestled deep within a footlocker among many odd possessions that held a strange, personal meaning to their owner sat an object you had thought of for quite some time since you last saw it.
It hadn't been in such easy reach for many months, and likely wouldn't be found here again once they had settled back in to their quarters.
Nonetheless, you take the opportunity to perform an informal checkup on your newest Lieutenant.
You reach for the small black notebook hidden among a mess of unassuming items, flipping to its latest filled-out page.
As of current, the roster of officers was healthy. It wasn't perfect, but it hadn't been so abundantly staffed in a long, long time.
There was very little to concern oneself with, thanks to the overabundance of officers managing the more menial parts of the cell.
Despite this, a freshly printed file sat on your desk again. This was far from the first, and perhaps not the last time it would be here.
The folder sat next to a worn-out black parka sporting a discolored squad patch.
You had thought their current position perfect for them, but apparently they had other plans.
Why not humor them? They've done you well so far. Perhaps they'll reach something even greater than you had once planned.
You flip open the manila folder and scan its contents, taking careful note of the small updates issued over the last several months.
Nestled deep within a footlocker among many odd possessions that held a strange, personal meaning to their owner sat an object you had thought of for quite some time since you last saw it.
It hadn't been in such easy reach for many months, and likely wouldn't be found here again once they had settled back in to their quarters.
Nonetheless, you take the opportunity to perform an informal checkup on your newest Lieutenant.
You reach for the small black notebook hidden among a mess of unassuming items, flipping to its latest filled-out page.
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