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WHO: Squall and OPEN
WHAT: Worrying and doing commander-y things
WHEN: Middayish
WHERE: His office
WARNINGS: TBA



Squall sat at his desk, papers spread across every available surface. He looked exhausted, he hadn't slept, his energy coming from caffeine and adrenalin. He tapped at the keys of the laptop, filling in information, jotting locations down on various electronic and paper maps. He paused long enough to take a mouthful of cold coffee, running gloved fingers through messed up brunette locks.

He'd sensed something big was coming, had felt it in the pit of his stomach, but it seemed it was coming faster than expected. He gave a sigh, returning to his papers, pulling out a worn book, flipping it's pages, taking notes from it and typing them onto the laptop.