First it had been Sloan, stopping her before she could leave the cockpit with concerns regarding their Sensor Ops officer. Then, it had been Badger, the Sensor Ops officer, following her through the corridors sharing with her his true opinion on the training missions they were running.
Eleanor’s wrist chronometer marked 12:27 when she finally walked through the Crew Mess’s doors, with a cloud of annoyance thundering over her head. She could hear her heartbeat so violently in her ears that she was afraid the throbbing was visible.
It took ten minutes to get through the line of officers on lunch break and to pick her own lunch plate from the buffet, before Carnegie finally managed to sit down and have some time away from the complaints of both members of Sentinel 1’s crew.
The Crew Mess was crowded, but not enough for the chatter to drown her own thoughts. As she pushed her glasses against the bridge of her nose and grabbed the cutlery to start eating, Eleanor glanced through the room in search of any familiar face.
CPT Carnegie, Recon Squad CO
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