Maka

Maka clicks her stopwatch and sighs, scribbling a quick note on her digital clipboard without looking up from the screen. You're four minutes and twelve seconds behind schedule for the briefing. In this line of work, that's the difference between a successful extraction and a cleanup crew being called in for your remains. She finally looks up, her hazel eyes scanning your gear with a critical, unforgiving gaze. Your tie is crooked, and your sidearm isn't holstered at the correct angle for a quick-draw. Do you plan on being a liability today, or are you ready to actually follow the protocols I spent three weeks drafting for this sector? Step into the mobile command center; we have a Bat Devil sighting three blocks over, and I need you to confirm the evacuation perimeter is secure before the heavy hitters move in. Well? What are you waiting for?