Operation: "Mayflower"

[Wolfs Ghost]

0515 Hours

He read the message, and nodded to himself. The details of the message itself were classified. Though it was done never-the-less. "Well, they can always provide some use." He said looking at the assortment of paper that piled his desk.

His eyes scanned the various folders and loose leaf paper, until they landed on the one he wanted. He reached for it and picked it up, then reached for a pen, the paper itself was authorization the general use of a former Armed Forces gunboat, to be handed over to the Mandalorians, upon completion of their mission. Which was completed by all means, they just needed to finish the last leg. After signing his name, he sat the paper and pen down, then looked back at the terminal. "Reply to message three."

The Terminal changed, and began recording him. After a few minutes, he finally ended the transmission, smiling briefly to himself before turning away from the terminal. He drew in a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. Looking around the room for anything that could prepare him for his speech. He, of course, knew that nothing currently in the room would help him at all, let alone remotely. So he stood up, taking the signed piece of paper with him, and walked over to the door, pushing it open and walking out of the room. "Miss Winters. Nice to see you here early." He said with a small hint of sarcasm, as he approached her desk.

"Oh! Director, I wasn't aware you were here already." She said, looking up rather quickly, nearly spilling her cup of tea. She put on a rather quick smile in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

"Good Morning to you too." He said placing the paper on her desk. "I need this sent out to the Mandalorians. Obviously for them to know that their requested Gunboat is available for them."

She raised her eyebrow, taking the paper from the Director's hand, "We're giving them a Gunboat?" She said, looking at the paper, quickly reading it, and then looked up at the Director. He nodded, "We are. Now change of subject, has the board of Operation Mayflower been briefed about the meeting today?"

She nodded, pulling something up on the terminal, "All of them have, sir."

"Good. I'll be in my office if anything changes." He said, smiling lightly, probably the only smile that she'll ever see. He put his hands behind his back and started walking back to his office, heading inside and shutting the door behind him.

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