It was Monday morning, and if the week was going to be anything like its first hours, then it was going to be a complete disaster.

After oversleeping, Molly had rushed to the holosuites for her morning workout, only to find out that she had forgotten to book them for the whole week. Begrudgingly, she had settled for the Security combat training facilities. Then, halfway through her session, the comms had interrupted her to tell her that she had a delivery waiting in Cargo Bay 7. Holloway sighed. She received regular care packages from both her father and her uncle, but judging by their delivery pattern so far, this was not one of them.

Already in a foul mood, Holloway climbed the one deck that separated the Security training facilities from the Cargo Bay, and walked through the doors.

For those who knew the Dresden’s Intel Chief, her current break with regular protocol was an unusual sight. Still in her workout gear, the front and back of her tank top drenched in sweat, and for once, her trademark ballerina bun was not so meticulously well made. A thin gold necklace hung around her neck – to the untrained eye, it was nothing more than a piece of jewelry, but to those familiar with Earth’s religious symbols, it would be easily identifiable as a Rosary.

Looking around Cargo Bay, it was obvious which delivery was hers. It was the only one in a garishly pink container. It had been a while since she had last received something from her sister, especially after Erin graduated from college and found herself a serious boyfriend, but the moment Molly’s eyes laid on the box, there was no doubt in her mind who it had come from.

With a quick glance, Holloway searched the room for someone wearing Operations Gold to whom she could claim the ‘package’, hopefully without chatter and with the minimum interaction possible. The morning was already bad as it was… She didn’t need more to add to it.

Capt. Holloway, CIO