McNealy AFB- A Squadron, GTAW
Amid the controlled chaos of the airbase- the shouting men, the ordinance wheeled around, and above it the scream of the engines, paced a single man, in a weatherbeaten camouflage jacket that had seen much better days- Lieutenant Colonel Flavius Aquitaine. And he was a very, very, busy man.
As Ciorsdan spoke, he barely looked up from the report he was reading. "Eh? Alright." He paused for a second to rub his exhausted, bloodshot eyes, before closing them for a second. "I'm rather busy at the moment, but since you bothered to look for me, I can spare some time. Make it quick, lass. Fire away-what do you want to know?"