Vice Admiral Valence Harper fumbled around in the darkness, only a small shimmer of light in the cozy room entering through, for his aide.
Finding it along the bedside opposite to a warm curvy figure, he opened it and punched in his passwords, eyes drenched with sleep. A high priority notice caught his eye. A message from Admiral Hale, as the aide flickered as Harper's touch on the screen brought the message into view.
What the... Dresses... Commodore Willows and Robinson...? High priority...?
Interested, Harper sat upright on the bed, the warm arms of the other figure unwrapping themselves from his body, as he rubbed his eyes and started reading the previous logs...
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Laughter could be heard outside Room 258 in Newark's residential quarters.