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[color=A57373][h1]ALVAREZ[/h1][/color][b]DEPOT STATION, NEW ANCHORAGE
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[color=A57373]“URTU-07.”[/color] The voice of Matthew Alvarez could barely be heard over the sound of screeching metal and hot steam as the tram finally had arrived at New Anchorage’s operational base.

After Graham had asked him about reconfirmation about the time, Matthew had decided to prepare for the greeting as it was a great deal of his job as operations administrator to do so. Truth be told, while he preferred Graham’s direction compared to how Sophia handled things there wasn’t much of a difference in terms of adding new pilots to the operation’s roster. He had done it when Stein Kalfox was incorporated and here he was doing it with the new recruits that came in for their application. Then again, half-a-dozen pilots would take tasking more thoughts than one or two. But he had tasked mundane non-NC pilots in greater amount, so he figured this wouldn’t result in much difficulty. He stood there with datapad in hand, as he adjusted the glasses.

As he awaited the doors to open and the New Anchorage passengers to exit, he waved one of the depot coordinators over. His tone was flat and quiet, but somehow through all of the racket he was audible. [color=A57373]“Ms. Pryde.”[/color]

“Yes, operations administrator?”

[color=A57373]“I want the transport units working fast and efficiently— each NC should be in the NC hangar before Graham steps foot in there. Do you understand?”[/color]

“Yes, I’m on it.”

If there was one thing Sophia abandoning New Anchorage did it was increase its efficiency— one of the central reasons Matthew was quite favorable towards Graham’s organizational overhaul. Though, there were many differences of opinion about Graham as soon as he showed up and started “barking” even though Matthew disagreed that the barking was unwarranted. He thought back to the complaints that the Head of NC Analysis before James Lofgren was spouting likening Graham as a “despot”, “corporate wolverine”, and “psychopath”. Matthew had been more than happy to give him his official dismissal. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the first one to share discontent with Graham out of addled paranoia and a lot of the operation took a bit of a hit for it. Infantile emotions had no business of existing when there was a job to do. But New Anchorage recovered from it and was all the better for it. [i][color=A57373]Good riddance.[/color]
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Ending his thought, he nodded as his hands waved her off, [color=A57373]“Good. Go.”[/color]

Matthew flipped through the datapad with a pen as he looked over the dossiers he had compiled, though he did so briefly. While he remember the information in his memory he still was helpful to look it over. He was good with information and knowledge… less so with faces. His datapen stopped on a name and face he recognized more than the rest— John Strange or rather as some of the other pilots knew him as, Jingo. It was good to have a familiar proven pilot returning back to New Anchorage. Unlike the rest of the motley crew of pilots, Graham probably wouldn’t require him to go through the introductory process; it would be pretty simply to renegotiate his contract.

He moved his attention to the time in the corner of the datapad. [i]12:06.[/i]

Any minute now.