The interior of the briefing room was warmer than the rest of the shipyard, with tightly packed seating, and a large projector overhead. This is where plans became missions. It was largely empty now, save for a couple of greener pilots filling in paperwork towards the back of the room, and a Senior Officer sorting out requisition forms towards the front.
Zoey breathed deep and followed the thin walkway to the front of the room.
"Warrant officer....?" the Senior Officer didn't avert his gaze from the forms,
"Sakura, sir" Zoey straightened up,
"Call me Frost, did you need something?"
"Yeah, I need a superior officer to sign off on this" Zoey handed Frost a folder.
"And why is that?"
"It's just a little R&R project, but it requires hanger space and basic supplies"
