“I’m telling you it’s this way!” A man’s Scottish accented tone broke through the silence of the hallway.

“How do you know!?” A female voice added. Its accent was distinctly American.

Seemingly alone in one of the many corridors of the CCDA offices on the higher levels of Government Tower , the pair came to a halt, the woman taking the PaDD from her companion’s hands and looking at it herself. “I can’t find it anywhere on this map! Where did you see it?” It was clear that she was becoming increasingly frustrated.

“Here.” The Scott indicated the spot on the PaDD. “You know, Eleanor, for a Recon pilot you really have poor navigational skills!” He chuckled.

“Shut up, Sloan.” Yet, she smiled. “Alright, let’s go. It should be…”

“Second door on the left.”

“Right.” She said as she resumed walking.

“No, left.” Eleanor glared at Sloan as he stifled his laughter behind his hand. Yet, a smile played on her lips when she looked away.

It didn’t take long for the pair to find the door they were looking for.

“General Calvin Harris… are you sure this is the right place?” Eleanor asked.

“I mean…” Sloan hesitated as he looked at the location on the map. “… it must be… if not, I’m sure General Harris will be able to point us in the right direction.”

“Fair.” Pressing the chime without second thought, the two officers waited to be called in. It would be clear that they were new to the place. They had no uniforms, and their ID cards dangled from their pockets with the help of a small metal claw — Eleanor’s from her right pants’ pocket, Sloan from the chest pocket in his button down shirt. Patiently, they waited, and hoped that General Harris wasn’t very much like Samantha Halloway.

Col. Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (and Major James “Doc” Sloan)