The poorly-lit silence of Captain Meyer's office was quite unwelcome. Weston prefered moving and being busy to sitting at a desk. This lifestyle wasn't exactly the kind of thing he would imagine his uncle saying was "his path" or "where his heart would lead him". With a deep sigh, Weston folded his hands on the back of his head and rested his forehead on the cold fake-wood surface of the desk. His hair brushed the stack of paper in the upper right corner, reminding him of the paperwork he still needed to complete before ten-hundred hours this morning. He focused his mind on the faint sounds of marching and yelling from outside, imagining himself out there giving and taking orders. However the prevelance of the sounds were a little more than usual, since the base had been mostly inactive for the past few days.

As Weston let out a quiet groan, the doorhandle to his office clicked and turned and the door swung open. Caught by suprise without a knock, Weston flung himself back into correct posture and tried to reach for a pen to look busier. Unfortunately his haste knocked the cup of pens over and the intruder saw the whole mess. He looked up to thankfully see, not a superior, but his own Lieutenant Riley Maize. Slightly less embarrassed than he might be, Weston propped the cup back up and stated, "At ease," the moment Maize straightened her posture at the door. She quickly complied before Weston asked, "What is it lieutenant?"

"The 104th is deploying today sir," she replied, sounding a bit surprised by the statement. "Colonel Reyborn issued the order to the whole base. All companies are being deployed."

"Deployed?" Weston asked. "Where are we going?" It was odd for an entire company, let alone several, to be so abruptly sent off unless of an emergency. The last time the entire 104th was on a single mission was to quell the insurrection in northeast Valira seven years ago.

"The capital sir. There must be something urgent occuring in Sovereign. The colonel asked for you right away. He's meeting with the other officers right now," Lieutenant Maize finished. After Weston nodded and waved her off, she saluted before turning back down the hall from whence she came.

Groaning, Captain Meyer stood from his desk, sliding the rolling chair back before straightening up his formal attire. [i]Strange,[/i] he thought to himself before making his way through the door toward the briefing room.