A woman dressed in a skintight silky dress entered a conference room where a man with a stern look and a frown on his face was waiting for her. There were a couple more important figures on the room, but she didn't dare look at them. She had been called for a single purpose and she intended to spend the least amount of time in that place.
"Miss Tina Celes, I regret to inform you that Colonel Ethan Windfire's demise has been confirmed." The man who spoke was none other than Tina's father, though the way he spoke was nothing like the doting father people thought he was.
"Understood." Tina lowered her gaze feigning disappointment, though she struggled really hard not to let out a huge smile.
"Because of that we'll move on to Mark Jacobs." There wasn't any place for arguing or questions, his words were definitive.