Doomsday Clock.
*Sector 124779: Khalla-Novan outpost 1789*
"Sir," A woman with blonde hair, with eyes of emerald walked into an office staring at the back of an individual who stood staring out the window as a blue sunset was cast over him.
"I told you not to disturb me today, Zara." The man answered her abruptly, he too was blonde down to the roots of his hair but the azure light of the evening cast the same colour as his eyes. "And where do you go about calling me sir while we are out in the open, has Cecelia's disappearance shot your common sense?" He asked, and the woman smiled and closed the door behind herself, pressing a button on the wall five times and watching as a small electric veil fell across the walls like water, blocking invoking and outgoing signals.
"That is just what I have come here for, sir," She stood at the opposite side of his desk and held a small device showing a videogame chat log, on this log the man saw a message.