Alex sat across from Sienna at her desk. She'd pulled up multiple holographic displays, her fingers moving quickly across interfaces while her eyes scanned data streams.
"You're being very quiet about what you were actually doing before you showed up here," Sienna said without looking away from her work.
"Does it matter?"
"You broke into my office somehow. You smell like you just had sex. And now you're asking me to help you with something that sounds dangerously close to treason." She finally looked at him. "Yeah, I'd say the context matters."
Alex leaned back in his chair. "Let's just say I had a very productive evening."
"Productive." Sienna's eyebrow raised. "Is that what we're calling it?"
"Are you going to help me or not?"
She studied his face for a moment, then turned back to her displays. "I'm already helping you. See? I'm pulling up the Independence Day broadcast protocols right now. The question is what exactly you want me to do with them."
