A pale guy with glasses sat at a table, with a cigarette in his mouth, already smoking, and on his phone...
"Ew, Stein, not again! At least do it outside, or open the window!"
He looked over at the doorway, looking at the person that just stepped in, grabbing his cigarette with his fingers, using the ashtray...
"It's too cold outside."
"That shouldn't justify smoking indoors! Everything will reek of your smoke!"
"And?"
The short-haired girl stepped inside, looking a bit angry...
"I don't see the problem. We ventilate and filter our air in this base, alongside all of our belongings here being all either washed or recycled."
"It still stinks long after, dumbass!"
And she flicked the guy with the glasses, now mad.
"OW! What the fuck was that for, Gabby?!"
"FOR SMOKING INDOORS!"
"God you're such a baby..."
He got up, going to the window and opening it, smoking partially outside...
"Hey, I heard yelling, something happened?"
"Oh... No, nothing. Just this slender-man over here smoking indoors."
"Did you hit him again, Gabrielle?"
"Well duh!"
The second guy stepped inside, sighing a bit, getting something from his shelf, with the lady reacting to the unexpected arrival rather quickly.
"What brings you back here, Karl?"
"I forgot a pen to the meet-up, so I was getting mocked by the higher-ups again..."
"I'm telling you, your forgetfulness is gonna cost a life sometime."
"Shut up Desmond."
"Aye aye captain..."
The smoker turned back to the outside, puffing out some smoke.
An average day in the Allied Saxon Garrison...
"Oh yeah, did you hear about 'Stardust'?"
The smoker turned to the girl, using the ashtray a bit, as he sighed out...
"No I didn't... what about Stardust?"
The girl opened a briefcase, which seemed to be a military-laptop of sorts...
"Turns out that 19-year old's team fell apart soon after they tried to storm the Swida base right at the foot of the canal. He came back reporting just 1 person left alive and with him, and 1 captured, de-facto..."
"De-facto? How the fuck do you capture a person 'de-facto'???"
"She's working with them or something..."
"That guy's fucking retarded, no way he just takes a person that was left behind and expects them to suddenly be good."
"I dunno, reports flowing in are genuine and also give insight on enemy comms and technological equipment..."
He looked back at the girl, that was by now, writing something on her laptop.
"What are you doing?"
Before he could even move, she looked at him madly...
"Leave the cigar on the ashtray."
"A-Alright alright, sorry, jeez..."
He left the cigarette butt on the ashtray, coming over and looking at the screen...
"What is this? A report?"
"From our latest mission, yeah."
"Shouldn't Sir Gustaff over at the conference room be doing shit like this?"
"No, I'm his assistant, when he's busy I take over him."
"Oh. Makes sense I guess."
He stood and watched...
"Hey what does the "performed shittily" mean?!"
"You performed shittily!"
"Hey, I didn't! I got some points during that mission I've spotted nearly every single one of the guards! It went near flawlessly!"
"Shut up, I'm pushing you around a bit you sensitive bully."
"Oh my god, these are NOT FUNNY Gabby."
"Whatever, it gets you every time, so it's funny to ME!"
