Zeph looked at the large slightly worn black leather chair that fooled the eye with illusions of comfort and ergonomic support sitting in what made for Chief Bobby Marlecl's temporary office or ready room before looking at the man it currently belonged to.
"I don't want it, Chief. Just results. Nothing more, nothing less. Well, great coffee and a bed full of exceptional beauties is always welcome."
"Then stop doing things that will put you in it one day. If anything Norton will only be keeping it warm for you for a few years while field work and babysitting the academies grinds the sharp edges off of you enough for command of Black Badge and Nephilim Enforcement as a whole. You know that protocol alert is Division-wide and doesn't give a damn about location or rank right."
