jakkarth

I'm in a large open space in an office building, trying to find the elevator to get down to the ground floor. I find some open stairs in a lobby area and decide it's only a few floors so I could just walk it. I realize as I reach the stairs that there are holographic interfaces over the railings. The interface on the landing should have a map I can look at, but I can't quite seem to line myself up with it; I keep seeing the one for the stair portion, which only has the time.

Finally I make it to the bottom of the stairs. Through the earpiece of my radio, I hear that the operation is almost complete. Men in suits looking serious are walking around. CJ Craig, the President's chief of staff, is confirming things to people over the radio. I hear her say that yes, she really is Amanda Tapping. She's in charge of the operation and wraps it up.

Now I'm in a large room full of people who look like reporters. The staff room is crowded around because we've just finished the operation that was really long and hard. We're finally done, and a guy gets down on one knee and proposes to his girlfriend, who says yes. We get some news that the income tax in our state has indeed finally been repealed, which is related to the big project we've all been working on. Someone tosses the happy couple a present that they were holding back until the news went through because they didn't want the couple to have to pay the taxes.

The mood is quite cheery. I'm making my way around the perimeter of the group towards the back wall, climbing up on some desks in the cramped room to get around people. Mackenzie McKay, feeling like the general who has just won the war, shouts out to no one in particular that she will receive the finest of the deli meats from the conquered, as well as some nice cheeses. I'm climbing out the window to get on with my next assignment, and I say I will bring you the flesh of their beasts! I also somehow say aye aye, and a coworker tells me quietly that they've "tried that talk before, it didn't help" meaning that implying she's a captain only made her more pompous.

I try to think of better phrasing for my beastflesh comment when I'm rudely interrupted. I'm now most of the way out of the window onto a stack of crates on the tarmac, and there's a llama here that has bitten and pulled away the navy blue jacket I was holding in my hand. It's unsatisfied with my jacket and proceeds to bite at my arm insistently, which is quite alarming. I try to think back how a horse would react and find it strange that it's not skittish.