[b]Mao Industries HQ Reception, Cerevis City, the Moon[/b] [right]"[i]... recently awarded to Miss Hamill for ...[/i]"[/right] Click. [right]"[i]... the economic impact of President Midcrid's Aegis Plan would ...[/i]"[/right] Click. [right]"[i] ... Brightbridge shall sign out for the evening, wishing an equanimous night for all loyal listeners ...[/i]"[/right] Click. Sadb Piloqutinnguaq slumped back into the aging leather sofa with a sigh, D-Con loosely gripped in her hands as music faintly played from the earphones plugged into the device. Even though Cerevis City had been colonised for several decades already, there really was a dearth of radio stations. It would always be the same thing: the news, pop music, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVYATnDCTWc]reggae[/url], and the oldies. She didn't know how the lunar colonists dealt with it. It wasn't too bad for a while, but having the exact same stuff all the time? She'd go crazy! Did they really like German synth-pop that much? She wished she was back on Earth. She missed having a sky above her head instead of a stupid dome. She wished she could hold a barbecue without being hit with a violation of public safety. That was just super unfair. The Moon was stupid. The young woman huffed, ignoring the glances of nearby employees and visitors who were likely wondering why someone like her was monopolising one of the couches. Sadb honestly had the same question. She understood the entire thing about taking notes for the meeting with Mao, but why was [i]she[/i] the one who had to stick around and meet up with a team of EFA pilots? It was because her boss wanted to go schmooze with industrialists at a dinner and she was the only other person in the delegation with the necessary clearance, wasn't it? Wasn't that irresponsible of him? Ditching the transfer of important files and filling in of info onto a lower-ranked agent because she didn't have anything else to do that evening? She vowed to herself that she wouldn't be that unprofessional when she was in charge. But if she was to have any chance of getting to the top, she really needed to send in that transfer request. Other branches couldn't possibly be as bad as hers. Major Yeager seemed like a nice guy ... Sadb vigorously shook her head. Her right earphone popped out, which she hurriedly grabbed and slid back in. As cathartic it was to daydream about transferring to another branch and climbing to the top of the agent food chain, she still (unfortunately) had a job to do, and it was nearly time for the pilots to arrive. Mao Industries had graciously allowed them the use of a conference room for the meeting and handover, which was actually pretty convenient for her, given that she'd just been leaving the lunar headquarters before her boss dumped the job on her. It also meant that she had to wait for over an hour in the reception, but no matter how much she wanted to complain (a lot), there was no changing that. At least she didn't need to run all around Cerevis City in search of them or anything. Or make the handover in a Chinese restaurant. There were a lot of Chinese restaurants on the Moon. She was digressing again. Sadb sat up, straightening her back as she gathered her thoughts. [i]First thing[/i]: greet the pilots when they entered - brown eyes glanced in the direction of the transparent automatic doors to her left - and lead them to the private conference room. She could do that. [i]Second thing[/i]: hand over the important documents to each member of the squad. All the necessary files were securely stored in the briefcase at her side. She gently patted it to reassure herself of its existence. No problem there. [i]Third thing[/i]: quickly answer any questions that were within her clearance level. Not too confident on that, actually, but she hoped she could sneak off before they got too curious. She was just a messenger. Maybe she could've been more curious about the Federation's new UTX Team, but it was hard to muster up any enthusiasm for learning more about them when she had access to all their individual profiles. And whatever mission they decided best fit their mandate was something she had faith in them to complete successfully. No need to worry about that. They seemed like pretty competent folks. She switched off the radio on her D-Con, eyes facing the door once more. Just a little longer, and they would be here.