Duffle still in tow, Franklin made his way to the CNS’s Office. Stepping off the Turbo-lift, he made a right at the proper corridor and came to a halt before the door. Setting his bag down, he rang the chime for entry and waited for admittance. Jim didn’t know who the CNS was, but he’d been through enough evals in his career that it didn’t worry him much.

While he was waiting, he began to whistle softly to himself.

-Franklin, engineer