Moore sat in her uncomfortable chair, sitting at her chipped wooden desk as soldiers, mechanics and scientists filtered in and out of her office to drop off paperwork and folders. As the last one left, Moore leaned over her desk with a loud sigh, thinking back to her days in the rangers. “What god did I piss off to be put here…” She murmured to herself, quickly sitting up as yet another person entered her office. Moore looked at Anon crossing one leg over the other while resting her elbow on the armrest. “What do you want?” She asked brusquely, not bothering to hide her impatience.