[center][b]Stephen Stokes[/b]
Crew Quarters[/center]
Steph had fostered expert nap taking abilities. He had learnt to take any opportunities to eat or sleep, on the presumption it would be his last chance. He was dozing soundly in his spartan quarters when the Tannoy blared. He jolted awake suddenly, sat up, and slipped into his boots without actually lacing them up. As he marched down the busy corridor each step clacked twice as his loose boots flapped about. He kept his eyes forward and his mouth shut. He was one of the first in the elevator. Grande stood in front of him. Stokes was one of the smaller men in the force, and Grande completely hid him in the corner of the cramped elevator. The pair of managers stood in the centre. Steph kept his eyes fixed firmly on Grande's back. He made sure he wasn't noticeable as the large group filed out of the elevator. He slipped off to the side of the corridor and knelt down slowly. Getting up and down was arduous anymore for the old gent.

He was one of the last to file into the briefing room at the top of the complex. He entered silently and took care not too meet anyone's gaze. He lurked at the back, standing in the shadows. He clasped his hands behind his back to make himself comfortable, and waited patiently for the brief to begin. Some underlying chatter threaded throughout the darkened room. The main source of illumination was the variety of smart panels highlighting maps, information, and control panels. He looked completely still to any observers, but he was wiggling his toes in his boots. He glanced up at Dan and Sam at the front of the room, before he fixed his eyes back on his black boots.