Beth had forgone the partying the night before. Since her move to Intel and her fall from grace in security from most of her friends, who now considered her a tattletail, she had chosen to use her time last night to read up on some files Baumann had given her to study. They were old mission files of intel officers in the past. She was to learn from them.

She was sitting in the office, a fresh pot of coffee on, reading some more. Her boots were under her desk, legs curled under her, as she sat in her chair absently rocking with some silent tune in her head.

Lt Elizabeth Prescott
Sec/Intel