"The Zealous"

[Geoffacake]

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Location: New Berlin, BDM auxiliary HQ.
Subject: "Hard at work."

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In the midst of an office rush, everyone is fast at work, running with coffee, dropping papers. Managers overseeing staff.
Suits up to standard crisp and fresh grey style, ID badges hanging visible from shirt pockets, hair fresh and neat from short back combed hair for the mean, tied back and neat in a bun for the women. Working down each office cubical one after the other.

Sitting at an office cubicle somewhere in the middle of the indoor rush hour, his body is slightly slouched, looking blankly around, Geoff is classed "Hard at work".
His uniform is heavily untidy. The tie is loose, top button undone, shirt un-tucked, his ID badge in the pocket, his hair is messy, and his blazer un-buttoned
Surrounded by papers and standard office computers, his face lacking any sort of visual motivation as he just stares from one object of the desk to another at a wall.
His computer screen has a blank word document with the words reading "Patrol report."

Geoff: "Ughhh~"

One man just walks by, without even a word, places down a stack of folders and papers onto Geoffs desk side and quickly wonders off to another cubical and sits down out of sight behind his wall. Slowly picking up the papers, they read. "Expended munitions", "Stockpile requisition", "Ships used", "Paycheck allocation", "Enlisted staff" and it goes on almost endlessly. He carelessly drops them back on the desk with a few sheets dropping on the ground behind his chair.

Geoff: "...Okay."

Lazily swiveling around, he looked at the papers like a zombified robot. Not even putting in the effort just to bend down sitting in the chair to retrieve them, he looks up to find a supervisor staring at him with just a face that screams "Get on with it." Not even a word is spoken before the supervisor quickly walks away with nothing but a puff of disappointment. Geoff doesn't even make the effort to turn his head but uses the chair instead to pan his view, tracking the supervisors movements.

He turns around leaving the papers on the floor and looks back at the screen. He opens his palm, fingers extended to type on the keyboard.
Suddenly in a split second, a bright blue bolt is shot though the keyboard, desk and straight into the computer's tower. leaving a good sized hole through each object with an abundance of smoke.
Smoke is slowly rising from the palm of Geoff's augmented hand where a tachyon bolt emitter is placed, slowly turning it around to see its charge running down and soon its bright center going dull.
He looks up from his palm to the surroundings since everyone seems to have gone quiet and has their entire attention into the smoking area that Geoff is sat in, frozen in a state of shock and awe, papers gripped in their hands.

And elevator "ding" is heard in the distance.

'Zeal': "Excuse me! Sorry! Coming through! Important paperwork."

Rushing through the still frozen crowd, 'Zeal' manages to get to Enfield still in her holographic form without attracting any attention away from Geoff. She approaches Geoff holding a small folder.

'Zeal': "Hey, we need to go shopping."

Geoff: "For what?"

'Zeal': "Field components for the new construction."

Geoff: "Yeah, lets go."

They both rush out from the frozen office block. into the elevator with eyes turning and following their movements, all mouths gobsmacked.

Voice in the distance at another end of the office block: "What in the hell was all that about?!"

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