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It was nearing the mid afternoon of the planet Weimar, where the sun shines it's brightest over the forest and vegetation. Although it would be hard to tell the time this deep underground if it wasn't for the clocks that hung themselves on the walls, and where Enfield was going it would become questionable if a hole this deep would ever see the light of the surface. The elevator door opened to allow the flood of synthetic sunlight grace his presence. It wasn't new to him, he seemed to be familiar with the steel walls arrayed with their rows of monitors and cameras. "Direktor, would you like me to take your case?" "... Yeah, sure." It took him a moment to respond as his squinting was processing the attentive agent that approached him as soon as his first step came out those elevator doors. "You my SCIF guard?" The agent turned back and nodded with confidence, He seemed to understand that he had to walk ahead of the Direktor, knowing that he would always want to keep his eyes on the briefcase the agent held. "Listen... Oosterbahn... Right?" "Yes sir." "Do you know the faces of the expected attendees? I don't want you clobbering then up against a wall because they got a new haircut." "I do sir, oversaw their profile image attachments." "Good good..."

It would take them a while to where they were walking to, the rows of desks and screens all lined the deep facility, constant chatter, typing and bleeping seemed to make an ambience that screamed vigilance for the agency. About two minutes later they navigated the room to get to a pair of automated doors, and at that point the Briefcase had to be handed back to the Direktor. "Oosterbahn, the others won't be here for another five minutes, go get yourself a coffee if you need it." "And you sir?" Enfield shook his head, he was already holding a brown sealed plastic pack as to which he shook to gain draw attention to. "I've got mine, don't worry." The agent only laughed a little to the sight of the bag, seeing it's ration pack label made him understand. Geoff turned around and drew his ID card from his belt, sliding it along the card reader and scooted over to the iris scanner... He paused a little... Seemingly standing there. "Come on... That one." His eyes flickered with different images, he was seemingly scrolling throw a set of iris patterns to use from his augmented eyes, took him a while but the moment he got the right one he leaned forward and placed both eyes on those wall mounted binocular sockets. Those thick alloy blast doors quickly responded and opened up.

Inside the SCIF was a secure conference room with a select few tables and chairs with a few screens dotted around the walls and tables, this room had its own ventilation and all monitoring equipment was removed to ensure that troublesome evesdroppers were kept at bay, Enfield sat in obviously what would be the boss chair at the head of the table... He dropped himself into that fabric lined seat, huffing as he chuckled that breifcase onto the table and slouched into his chair with some sort of distasteful expression on his face. He never really liked being behind a desk...

While he was sorting things out, he knew it was around time to rip open that MRE bag and at least get lunch out the way; But right now he was only craving one thing out that bag. Like some sort of field brute, he used his teeth to tear off the top of that bag and rooted through it. Flinging packets and pouches that he wasn't interested about onto the table until he found that golden nugget he was chasing, and it wouldn't take long. He took out a small packet and held it up, a smile on his face shined. "Coffee instant type 2! The next thing I would consider my blood." He waved that packet a little to shove the contents of it to the bottom before tearing off the top with his teeth again before tilting it into a mug of hot water he got from the coffee station in the room. That water soon became a milky brown aromatic scent of freeze dried coffee that blessed his nose with a familiar smell of caffeine enhanced survival juice, he took out that plastic spoon of his from the MRE bag and began to stir its contents into the water to dissolve evenly. Now he was satisfied, at least he could sit down for a little while and enjoy the calmness as he packed everything else back into his ration bag and tucked it under the desk.

He took a second to peer up from the open folders, seeing Landers walk in with quite the orderly fashion as to which her salute was instantly met with him simultaneously waving her off and hastily swallowing the coffee he'd already sipped. "Mmm- Appreciated, but I don't like them personally. But I hope the trip was at least likeable" He did although stand up and exchange a handshake with haste. "We're still waiting on three others, they shouldn't be long so go get yourself a coffee over there if that trip drained you... Anyway, these are for your eyes." He gave her a few folders, obviously signed with release forms from the archive along with those signature grey documents with their red [STRENG GEHEIM] marking across them.

He picked up the few sugar and coffee packets before shoving them in his ration bag before slouching back in his seat, another folder between a finger and thumb and a coffee mug in the other hand; sitting in silence as he scanned its contents and keeping it rather close to his chest. "... You try that new Manhatten deli shop near our Berlin HQ?" He lowered the folder against his chest and began slowly rocking back and forth in his armchair.

"Oh me neither. Smells good though." He gave a hesitant laugh as he gave of a quick smile away from Landers. He scratched his head and ended up shrugging his shoulders. He was lucky about the whole weight thing, a diet of balanced MRE's, augments that require a shelf of calories daily and a lifestyle of lacklustre indulgence had at least slowed down the death-spiral of an agents fitness once they left field work. Unlike most, he didn't end up ballooned and unable to work. "I just pass it every day, curious but never been."

As they sat there in silence, he gave her a look as she asked about his most recent and bloody tussle. "Yeah... Fine... I've had worse." His mood quickly switched upon hearing her ask about his wounds, his face tightened up and his eyes beamed a stern gaze at her. He didn't seem to add anything else to the topic, quietly picking up the coffee cup again and sipping from it and leaving her question unanswered. He never really was one to talk about such a fragile moment as the aftermath of such a situation left him in a state of feeling more useless in a hospital bed than he does behind the Bundestag stands and office desks.

He didn't return to his held document yet... Still rocking slowly back and forth silently, looking away from her direction to gaze into the empty distance seemingly trapped in his own thoughts.

Enfield looked at Engel who was just getting settled into his seat. "No need to be so formal Engel, I'm not pulling stripes off for not saluting me." He got up to shake his hand and directed him to the seat that was just near him. So now sat the Direktor at the head of the table, two at the front sides being Engel on the left and Landers on the right. As the same with Landers, he slipped over a folder with its same drab-grey colour along with a magnitude of papers inside of its binder. "These are for your eyes only..." Saying with an emphasis on 'yours' as his hand gestured towards his chest. After passing Engel the files, he sat back down in silence again... And it took him a moment before he could say anything else. "How's the new position? I know there are less parades and dinner parties and we live like un-social mutes but--" He was honestly trying his best at light heated humour towards the Flotillen Admiral, but unfortunately there wasn't a pair of beers between them, "If you want there is some coffee at the table ov--"

Before he could finish another word that secure door opened again to see that platinum blonde walk in her quite plainly dressed uniform that she nicely switched to. "Laurenz you're here." He put on his usual smile, a somewhat struggling one that failed to seem at least natural or confident. Again with the same as the other two, he slid over another folder to Laurenz with her name on it along with its usual classified stamp. "Alright, coffee is over there since we've got some time to get started... We're just waiting on one more before we lock the SCIF." He seemed a little tense as he checked his watch as if he was waiting for that last chair that remained empty at the back right-side of the table. Anything he could do to at least keep himself occupied without seeming awkward, sipping coffee, scratching his stubble and twiddling his thumbs in thought.




At least ten minutes would pass before the door handles would sharply twist down, and as soon as it did, Enfields eyes would widen and his jaw would hang slightly agape. The figure would come through the door was a slender, flight-suit worn lady whom still donned her helmet. "Took you damn long enough." Whoever she was, she was quick to give him the middle finger and lock the doors behind her and engage the SCIF system. Enfield just seemed used to it, shaking his head along with giving a chuckle in response to her own one-fingered salute. "How's the server farm?" "A fucking mess, but I'm getting there... You'll need to notify the lab--" He snapped his fingers and pointed towards Laurenz... "Oh." A small but appreciated response came from her as she gazed at Laurenz, her eyes seemed to glow a bright blue through her tinted visor... But they never seemed to squint. When her attention drew close to Laurenz, she quickly went over to the Direktor and handed him a small data-drive. "Ta' very much." He slipped her a wink before she quickly took her place at the remaining seat.


"Before we begin, anything to say?" He looked at everyone in their seats as he rubbed a finger under his chin and peered at the eyes that heeded to his whisper for attention.