Georgia shuffled through several pages of old Order reports, parts of them censored with black bars to prevent her reading anything they felt she shouldn't.
She couldn't access the Order archives directly, so she had to ask for them to bring her stacks of whatever she needed.
Recently they had stopped fulfilling her requests for Ice Cream or Sorbet, which frustrated her, it was hard work getting these people to like her.
She sat cross legged on her bed, laptop infront displaying images of Delta and Alaska, with little mini-maps and arrows of old operations.
Georgia sipped her smoothie and chewed the end of her pencil, this was boring, she thought...
