Commander Zero leaned back in his chair, red pen in hand, scratching another thick line across a poorly formatted report. Paperwork and more paperwork.
The worst part of command. He exhaled sharply and tossed the report onto the growing pile beside him.
Just then, an alarm went off.
He froze, blinking at the blinking red light above his console.
"…That's early."
He muttered.
The alarm only lasted a second or two before cutting off abruptly. Commander Zero narrowed his eyes.
"What the hell?"
He tapped a few commands onto the terminal. No alerts were registered. The emergency drill wasn't supposed to start for another five minutes. Had someone triggered it by accident?
Before he could investigate further, the actual scheduled drill alarm echoed through the entire base, loud and insistent.
Outside his door, the sounds of movement flooded the corridor—running footsteps, shouted instructions, doors opening.
Commander Zero stood up with a grunt.
"Finally."
