Jason sat in his office. Being head of security meant he had a lot of paper work to do. Nothing could enter or leave the station with out his signature. He looked back at the polished guns he had behind his desk. He looked at his armor that he was given for security personnel. It wasn't military grade but it would be sure to save your life. He sighed as he began cycling through documents. "And here I thought it wouldn't be a desk job." He didn't intend on having to leave his office however, if trouble did get out of hand between two people, he would have to step in along with several other officers. He wasn't thrilled about working on the station but it beat being in containment for the rest of his life.