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Kyra's old, faded boots scuffed along the pure white floors uniform among the under levels of The Sanctuary. She gripped her phone in her hand, the message from the official DO announcements still lit up across the screen.
"You are needed in Commander Irongate's office."
Her heart raced. She knew she wouldn't be able to get away with what happened unscathed, but she hoped... No. She shook her head. She wasn't going to get discharged. Even if she was, she wasn't going to leave a sniveling, angry mess. Still, she couldn't deny that Commander Irongate was an intimidating woman. She didn't become the commander for being nice. She slowed as she rounded the corner, the normal enough door at the end of the hall looking back at her intimidatingly. She took a deep breath. It was just a door, just a woman, just a normal day. What she did was justified; she had nothing to worry about. Too soon, she reached the door. Too soon, her hand was on the handle.

With a deep breath, she opened the office door. Immediately across from her, the intimidating Alice Irongate looked up from her large, mahogany desk at the girl. A lone light lit her face. The rest of the office was dark, a stark contrast from the bright hallway. All around the room, various maps, notices, and white boards were hung, though in the darkness Kyra couldn't make out what they said. In front of the desk, two, simple chairs sat, waiting.

"Welcome," Alice said, her stern face unchanging, "please have a seat while we wait for the others." Others? Alice slowly stepped forward and lowered herself into a chair, and waited.