Had she really just tried that? He was in no mood for having to clean up the bar of guts and gore tonight, so he decided to keep it simple. The Data-Pad flickered shortly, and a transmission then beeped as sent. He actually then looked up, his pitch black sunglasses revealing nothing, his facial expression a blank.
"Whatever you are, or whoever you are. You have an appointment with your CO 0800 Hours tomorrow morning. I suggest you bring packed bags."
He then turned back to his data, his feet propped up onto the table, like the rook had vanished into thin air.