While he was busy eating dinner in his office and going over the mountain of reports on his desk, courtesy of the terrorist attack earlier that, Deputy Chief Bryrid Wendon, the top officer in charge of the Alliance Police stationed in the Phregon System, received an emergency call from one of his subordinates.
"What could it possibly be this time lieutenant? I'm already up to my nose in reading and writing reports." Deputy Chief Bryrid said with a tired sigh.
"Sorry sir, but we just got a transmission from some mercenaries that-"
"Just stop. I don't care about a couple of money grubbing mercs. Tell them that whatever payment they are trying to get will be sent to their accounts when this mess is contained. Just because their job is over once the fighting stops doesn't mean that everyone else's is. They can wait a few days for their payment." Deputy Chief Byrid said, interrupting his subordinate with an exasperated huff.
