Planet New London, Wellington Base, Fleet Admirals Office, 0800 Hours

[Gagadug.]

Nearly unnoticed the door opened once more offering the view on the personal secretary of McIntire who followed once his secretary stepped aside.
The Admiral apparently did not have the best of days, his face expressing deep tiredness. He just had a meeting with the XO of the Macduff fleet concerning a restructuring of one of her battlegroups when the urgent message of O'Brian arrived.
He made his way to the seat on the opposite of the Fleet Admiral without saying a word, his secretary taking position right behind him.
Only then he let his eyes wander through the room and over the present officers, nodding in their general direction while the secretary placed the relevant documents in front of him.

Good evening Madam. With a look at O'Brian, then turning to the others. Wildcat, Dagon. His eyes rested on Dagon for a moment and he nodded again, this time barely noticable, as if he wanted to signalize he had recieved her last message, even if it had not been too informative as of yet.

He then turned his attention back to the Fleet Admiral, a slight smile hushing over his face.