Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon Will stepped into the War Room only for his eyes to need to adjust to the white LED-based lights overhead. Things were calm as computers hummed, some staff moved back and forth, and the big screens displayed all sorts of data–but before he could properly take it all in and speak, someone announced his presence. “Will–where’d you come from!?” Trumna asked… he then realized the obvious as he lightly cleared his throat. “You’re here about Mr. Duckenfield, aren’t you?” “Yeah, pretty much,” Haze answered with a nod of Will’s hand. Trumna sighed, got up, and brought Will over to a chair at the big table. “Don’t worry, son, we were well on it before he started posting…” Antares walked over from one of the side tables with a subtle, anxious smile on his face and sat down next to Will. “There you are, Priv… Specialist–good lord, I’m still not used to that… Don’t wor...
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