Evander's fingers drummed against his desk at the base as another alert flashed across the terminal screen, adding even more to his 'light' workload.
Three separate tactical assessments were up for mass review, two old mission logs required his specific signature to approve redactions, and Commander Orfea had just forwarded an urgent request for 373's quarterly squad capability metrics.
His eyes glowed red behind the tactical visor as he processed the growing issue. Two days of medical leave should have meant simpler duties for everyone. Instead, his terminal chirped endlessly with administrative tasks that kept him bound to this office.
He'd seen her only once in two days. A glimpse in the medical wing corridor hardly counted as enough contact. The man needed to find the right moment and put his plan into action. But every time he considered stepping away from his desk, another file flagged as priority demanded attention.
