Chief Petty Officer Anna Angela Hackett yawned quietly as she followed a senior Air Force Captain down the darkly lit hallway on the 3rd floor of Pearl Harbor-Hickam's command building, her yawn was quiet and the officer seemed to not notice nor care that she was tired of walking up the stairs for the third time today, the briefing wasn't ready the first time and the second they weren't quite done ironing it out. Hopefully now they were finish so she could ditch the sleepfest that was Hickam and maybe find something to do. It occured to Anna she hadn't done her morning PT, given that she'd been on a C-130 out of Little Creek and almost immediately being rushed here by humvee. The black HMMWV she'd rode in drew eyes as belonging to the Office of Special Investigations. They were the internal affairs cops of regular police departments, aka, the people nobody wanted to mess or associate with. Then, stepping out in a black nomex jumpsuit with an M4 on her shoulder drew more looks, an uncommon occurance on an AFB. The men and women walking around in Air Force service uniforms, the dark blue pants and sky blue dress shirts offset by the Air Force security personnel dressed in green and brown combat BDU's straddling M16A4's across their chest. All of them, of course, were a complete opposite to Anna's black combat uniform and M4A1. The base was nice on the outside, the light sand colored building was an offset to the lush green grass which surrounded it and the palm trees lining its perimeter. The gentle noises from the sounds of airmen running PT and harsh yelling from drilling instructors keeping pace made Anna feel more at home than she'd thought. The joint Naval-Air Force post was nicely situation, Anna could faintly hear the sound of the sea as the coarse rumble of a large transport helicopter flying overhead filled her ears.<br/><br/>Snapping back to the present, Anna stopped abruptly as the Captain slid a card into a reader and a large black door buzzed. He pushed it open and gave it a final push and stepped out of the way as Anna walked past and into the room, the door closing with a thump behind her as she ventured into the room, stopping and standing at attention. A few men on the other side of the room looked up and Anna threw her hand up to her forehead in a salute. "<strong>Sir, Chief Petty Officer Hackett, reporting as ordered, sir!</strong>" She held her hand as the man dressed in the nicest hat and with the most ribbons on his chest nodded and saluted, as did the others. After they lowered their hands, Anna did the same and kept them ramrod straight along her leg, similar to the rest of her body.<br/><br/>"<em>At ease Chief</em>" the oldest man spoke with a gruff tone, Anna spreading her feet out to nearly shoulder width and locked her hands behind her back. They seemed to confer for a while as Anna looked around. The room was broken up into three areas. The one she was in had a two doors, the large black one she'd entered and a glass door leading down to the bases command and control center, lined with rows and rows of computers, four massive screens dominated the wall farthest from her, three were blank but one had a meteorlogical map of Europe, at least Anna thought it was Europe. The glass was slightly frosted, enough to quell any subtle or unintentional glances towards the surely restricted area. The room she was currently in was a simple area with just a massive oak wood table and a large screen on the otherside of the room, sitting above the three men huddled around a laptop. There were several laptops at the table itself, and being surrounded by chairs, it had absolutely no board room feeling to it. There were no windows, only very gentle lights up above, kind of like a movie theater. The entire room was just dark, the dark red walls and dim lighting giving it all a dark and unnerving feeling. Or it would, if Anna hadn't been in dozens of rooms just like this. "<em>I suppose your wondering why you are here, Chief.</em>" One of the men approached Anna and she stiffened slightly, her eyes fixing on him, he was a Naval officer she knew that from his uniform, she caught a glance and thought he was an Admiral. "<em>We do appreciate your hustle out here, I know you didn't have a choice but I thank you for putting the rush on. Was the trip at least enjoyable?</em>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Yes sir</strong>" Anna replied.<br/><br/>"<em>Ha, not a bad one but not great. C-130 seats put your ass to sleep quicker than a political speech, am I right Chief?</em>"<br/><br/>Anna smiled, replying "<strong>Yes sir...</strong>"<br/><br/>The old man nodded. "<em>Well, I suppose the bullshitting will have to wait, I have no doubt your curious about what is going on so I'll be frank. Your dropping into Europe, Germany to be exact, and your going to cover a bunch of civilian ass while they poke and prod things with needles. Clear?</em>"<br/><br/>Anna couldn't hide the curiousity from her face, but straightened up as the man finished. "<strong>Yes sir, crystal clear sir</strong>"<br/><br/>"<em>This ain't a SOCOM op, let me make that clear, your not getting a full team, your not even in charge of it. We selected you of all the unlucky sumbitches in my command because your jump scores are the highest I've ever seen and we need that skill to get untrained people down.</em>" The man had a deep frown on his face, like he was incredibly pissed off, which Anna had no doubt he was given his deep voice, then again he might always be angry, most men his age were always pissed off. She understood it, he had the Trident on his chest, the signature of a SEAL. No one more than SEALs better understood the desire to follow your fellow sailors into combat, let alone sending them in and knowing some wouldn't return. "<em>Either way, we'll have a full briefing when the rest of the team arrives, for now, mill about or take a seat. Stand easy Chief.</em>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Hooyah sir</strong>" Anna stood at attention and saluted, the man returned the salute and began the walk back to the far end of the table. Anna took her boonie out from under her shoulder and placed it on the arm rest of a chair, and ventured back towards the glass, glaring out at the sea of activity as airmen and women did their duties. Some were sitting in front of computers, most were actually, and a few officers minged between. A couple of high ranking officers conversed near the window, immediately below it actually, a CEO-ish desk with a large computer monitor had them all staring at it and talking, it looked kind of heated.