Evening, eight o'clock.
Just awoken from sleep, Flossie Wright heard a knocking at the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
Methodical.
Two minutes later.
Flossie Wright opened the door, switched into her tactical gear, neat and tidy, though her hair was slightly messy, and her eyes were bleary.
Outside, Rowdy Brightwill stood there.
He was one meter eighty, about half a head taller than Flossie Wright, his tall figure blocking the corridor lights.
"What's up?"
Still sleepy, Flossie Wright looked at him with a somewhat lazy voice.
"The Captain wants you."
Rowdy Brightwill's lips curled into a smile, his eyes warm with mirth, softening his expression.
Startled, Flossie Wright frowned and asked, "That matter?"
"Mhm."
Nodding, Rowdy Brightwill understood her meaning.
What else could it be apart from that issue?
"How is his attitude?"
Speaking with a frown, Flossie Wright began to walk outside, raising her hand to close the door.
