<strong>Location</strong>: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). The Pilot's Barracks<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Afternoon<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Luke Collins<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"It is. As you were," Luke said. He turned on his heel and exited the barracks without another word. He knew that Ian was attempting to bully him into leaving first, to give himself some sort of moral high ground. With more important things at hand, he wasn't about to let a mere pilot play these stupid power games with him. That's all Ian was, a mere pilot. If he was going to continue this petty insubordination any longer, Luke was going to have to have another talk with him. In the worst case scenario, he'd have to be transferred. But that, in a way, would also be letting Ian win.<br/><br/>When Luke stepped into the lift again, he waited until the doors shut before leaning against the wall and exhaling heavily. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and screwed his eyes shut. Why on earth was this still happening and why was it still affecting him this much? The whole point of this had been to let him focus on his work more, not jeopardize it further.