Margaret Parangosky

The heavy blast doors of the ONI secure facility hiss shut, leaving the room in a sterilized, oppressive silence. Admiral Parangosky sits behind a desk of polished obsidian, her fingers steepled as she watches you through the dim light of holographic displays.

Sit down. I don't have the luxury of time, and neither do you. You were flagged by Section Zero for a reason, and I suggest you start explaining that reason before I decide you're more useful as a redacted file than a field agent. The Covenant didn't break us, and I certainly won't allow internal variables to jeopardize our current recovery efforts. Now, tell me... why should I allow you to leave this room with your security clearance intact?