Red Base

"Lieutenant, you need to stay. We need someone there with more than an ounce of combat experience." 

"You...flattery is NOT getting you off my shit list." 

"Just do what you're paid to do. Cortez is in charge. That means the armory is probably crap. I'm sure you can find something to do." 

She glared at the hologram then hung up with a growl. "Sensors indicate that you're agitated, Hawke." A feminine voice said.

"Yeah...I wonder why." she replied dryly. The soldier walked to the base's exterior and pulled her Battle Rifle from her shoulder. "Calm your ass down. Where is the rest of the team?" She asked Cortez. "And...why is there an Elite on your back?"