The Chief walked into the smoky STARS room. Either he was having a bad day or he was in here specifically to have a good rant at someone. Captain Wesker stood up.
"Sir. What's the problem?" By this point everyone had straightened up and began pretending to do work. Joseph had turned a sheet back into a sheet due to it recently being made into an aeroplane, and Kenneth snorted as he leant up in his seat and pretended to go back to helping Becky work on the computer. The chief glared at Wesker, he was angry, that was obvious, but today, he seriously looked like he was willing to fire someone. Wesker looked down, his hazel eyes meeting the ground as he pondered why his asshole of a boss was bugging him. Everything was silent as the chief just stood still glaring around the office, it was obvious that Wesker was agitated by the fact he'd stood up and asked a question and still not been answered.
"Mr Vickers!" The chief shouted and span 360, so that he was facing Brad. Brad gulped, took off his head set, and then stood, facing the chief. Everyone was surprised, Brad didn't get into trouble, it was usually Joseph or Chris, or even Wesker getting a bollocking by the chief. Brad replied.
"Yes...Chief?" The chief then walked to the door and opened it. He gestured to someone to come in, then he stood back allowing them a clear entrance. A guy in his mid-20s walked into the room, he had short brown hair, much like Chris' only with more curls and it looked more unkept, he was rugged, and smoking. Chris would probably get a long with this guy. The man's clothing was that of street style, he wore worn-jeans, a black t-shirt, and then bright trainers. The average, apparently cool 90s look. He smiled, cigarette hanging out of mouth, turned to Brad, then spoke.
"'Sup bro."