"Hey Amy," Kavitha says, spotting the other woman waiting in front of her office. "So it doesn't look like anythings off from out here, just a little slower than normal I suppose."<br/><br/>Kavitha pushed open the door to her workplace, housed in an unremarkable, but somewhat shoddy office building near downtown. Inside it's obvious this is a government funded operation. The whole thing is spartan and lit with fluorescent lights. Past Janet, the receptionist, a sweet and rather religious woman who spent most of her time playing games or giving directions, were the offices. Most everyone worked in a cubicle, most of which were piled high with paperwork. Old metal filing cabinets seemed to be shoved in every conceivable location, with papers and the occasional fake plant perched on top of them. The walls themselves were an ugly light grey and in serious need of a touch up, which coupled with Seattle's often fine weather, gave the office a somewhat depressing air.<br/><br/>The place wasn't busy, which was strange. Usually the office was chaotic at best with a dozen or so voices talking into phones, or people in the private rooms for consults. It seemed almost... dead. More than that, something seemed weird. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was definitely not right.<br/><br/>"Hi Janet, is Katrese around?" Kavitha asked, naming her supervisor.