"It's taking too damn long." An annoyed Roka muttered as she hit the desk in front of her. "Rea. Go check on them."
"Oh, who cares…" Raya waved her hand in a completely carefree fashion. "There are only eight of us. We might as well-"
"No." The Commander interrupted. "We still need to maintain order. We need to have a proper schedule, and to stick to it."
"Always so tense. You're not commanding a hundred-people unit anymore." Raya whispered.
"No. The numbers don't change anything. Rea. Go check. Now."
"I'd… Uh…" Rea scratched her head. "I would rather not."
"Ha? You're the one who said we needed to delay take-off."
"Can't you send someone else? I need to prepare for take-off." Rea lied. "How about you, Liz?"
"Oh, fuck no." Liz almost shouted.
"Ugh, whatever…" Raya lazily pushed herself off her seat. "I'll go."
"I'll come with you." Kris hurriedly stood up, following her.
"Sure, sure."
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