As Ben Warner walked into his new office he let out a sigh, pulling off his gloves and flight-jacket, tossing them casually into a wooden chair behind a long metal desk, it had several drawers, as Ben rounded the desk and sat down in the chair he took a peak inside, a small smile came to his face when he saw a stack of papers along with a TT-33 combat pistole, he had requested that this pistol be made from the Coalition's old data-banks from old specifications and materials.
He was grateful that the engineers were able to provide and would have to send them something of equal value to compensate, after-all, they were all in this together. Grabbing the Pistol and the single clip that was beside it which he slid smoothly into the weapon he flicked the safety off and put it back into the lower drawer, ready just in-case.
The office itself was drab, very little in decor, metal walls with a bookshelf to the right of the desk, mostly Fighter Corps Operations Manuals and technical manuals for Coalition infantry weapons. Behind him a banner of the Coalition hung proudly, the top of his desk was clear of items...For now.
Other than the items mentioned the room was empty, slightly chilled due to Ben having requested Engineering turn down the heating, the reason; Quite simply Ben preferred the cold weather.
As he brushed his short brown hair with his right hand to the side, his glasses almost falling off his nose as he did so he gave a small sigh, hopefully Alicia wouldn't send a complete fool through his door, he hadn't had a drink today and would be quite upset if he had to deal with idiocy first thing in his day...
