She unlocked the door to her office, pushing it open with her foot and extending her left arm out towards the light switch just past the door jamb. Flicking the lights on, she turned towards her desk, pausing when she caught sight of a folder resting atop the amber wood. Leaving the keys in the keyhole, she trotted to her desk, eager for another job. Maybe she'd actually be able to leave Aquator for once. Sure, the planet was beautiful with its crystal clear waters and vibrant green foliage, but one could only spend so long on a tiny island before yearning for an adventure into territory unknown.
It wasn't as if Maxine was out on the beaches all day either. She worked from behind her desk when on Aquator and saw the same thing every day for more time than she'd like to keep track of. Occasionally the small plant by the window would be one shade greener or would need to be trimmed - and what an exciting sort of day that would become. Even when the plant looked no different than usual she often found her attention drifting to it. It took her mind off of the work she did and the utterly plain office she was trapped in when not investigating. Off-white walls, a patchy grey carpet with some unidentifiable stains, the heavy wooden desk, and a wheeled office chair that was stuck on its tallest setting, unable to be adjusted no matter the force applied in an attempt. It was a very boring office for a not so boring job.
It had been months since her last job, but Maxine was something of an investigator. Once hired by a person, company, or sentient object, she specialised in getting information for them. Whether it be for a personal reason or company rivalry, she cared not. As long as she got out of the office she was happy. And the sizable paychecks she received for her work weren't too bad either.
Sitting in the broken office chair, Maxine pulled the file closer to herself and opened it, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The six letter name printed on the first page sealed the deal for her already. This was no simple job if a major gun company like Jakobs was reaching out to her. She set her right elbow on the desktop, propping her head up with her hand against her right cheek as she imagined the work they had lined up for her. Infiltrating Maliwan or Tediore, perhaps? She had done her fair share of things like that and had no doubt they would be satisfied with the results. Maybe they wanted to figure out the best planet to focus on selling their weapons to? Though difficult, she was sure she would be able to do that with little issue. In fact, she already had a few in mind.
Shaking her head to snap her back to reality, the woman began to look through the file. Her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed slightly as she read the request of the company. A plea for help, even. The shipments of wood from their main source on Pandora had started to decrease. At first they believed it to be a minor dip in production that would pick back up in the coming days to weeks, but months had passed with no sign of bringing it back up to the standard. Every ECHO to the island was met with the same response. An answer from one of the four management heads stationed at the mill who assured everything was going fine and that they would be sure to pick up the pace for next shipment. Yet that never happened. It was almost a year past the start of the decline and it had only worsened. Something had to be done and the gun company turned to one who had helped them before. One they hoped would be able to solve the mystery plaguing the company. Closing the file before her, Maxine stood, her smile only growing. She had some packing to do.