The door slid open and revealed Gabrielle, sitting in her almost throne-like chair. However, she was in full combat gear. More specifically, infiltration gear.
Her hair was tied in a tight ponytail and her assault rifle was leaning against the desk. Two "Scalper" pistols were tucked into the harness on her chest and a third one around her waist.
Upon seeing the man, she undid her ponytail and shook her head to further loosen it.
"You're late, Reeves. I was almost getting worried.
The direct feed from your gear was cut as soon as you entered the facility...must've been a jammer or something.
I was just about to head down there myself...
...but seeing how you're back in one piece, I've managed to avoid yet another trip to that disgraceful...right.
What I meant to say is that I'm not very fond of Nauru and it's climate. It's too dry for my taste.
So anyways, how was your mission? I take it everyone except you died? It better be so..."