Hawkes approached the director's office, datapad in hand.
He knocked on the door and, hearing Isla say "come in," walked in with a muttered "Director, some reports and authorisation requests for you." He nodded and then walked back out as quick as he came in.
On the first datapad was a report on a local homicide that Hawkes had assisted the local sheriff's office with on Planet Denver (which had some pretty gory details in it, including pictures).
On the second datapad there was a simple one-page requisition request:
Requester: John Hawkes
Rank: Liberty Marshal
Requested equipment: One Executioner-class fighter.
Reason: Sabre is busted, got nothin' but a 'blazer which I bought for cheap. Thing is barely holdin' together. I need an actual combat ship so I don't die and cause ya a ton of paperwork.
Funding: Ya already got it.
Below this there was a line saying "Sign here to approve."
