Down the hallway Peggy walked, two assistants following behind and furiously shuffling the stacks of paper. "Yes, thank you, re-sort the meeting with the British and Egyptian PM for later on and get me the photographs our planes were able to take of that region. I'd rather know what answer I am steering them from than guess." There was a soldier, a general by the fruit salad on his chest. "General, if this is pressing, I am afraid you will need to join the circus walking this way. There's a weapon's test I am hoping won't blow up on the blast pad. "