Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill.

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With all of the recent excitement about recruits, idiots, and other annoying things, Scott clearly didn't have much time to himself. Since things seemed calm, and nobody wanted him for some reason, he decided to come into Ortega's.

Scott had noticed a strange increase in his work load in recent weeks, so he had a lot of paperwork and otherwise to catch up on in his downtime. He also didn't have time to work on his ship's engine, which, being from Pittsburgh, was a duty placed at his feet constantly. He enjoyed it greatly.

On his computer screen showed a spreadsheet containing the latest training roll, which he was filling in. He had made it publicly viewable to all agents, with a strict warning that any tampering would result in his and later High Command's wrath.

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