[Log: Pippin & Frank: Clocking Out]
Frank's Friday night now followed a certain ritual. And for a military man, ritual and routine were very important. He didn't have long left of his shift, and then he was going to go home, have dinner, walk the dogs, then drive Beau out to the Carnival site for his show. It was comforting. And it went like clockwork.
He had been in to have a meeting with some of the lead scientists in the labs, to hear them outline what their plans were for the year, to discuss anything that needed discussing regarding the town. And of course it had overrun, because Deputy Lab Manager Fenton was a piece of shit who always had something to complain about. And now all Frank wanted to do was leave.
But apparently that wasn't going to happen.
Striding to the front of the line, Frank stopped behind the girl who was trying to get out. The place was full of sensitive information, the people who worked here had to be trusted, and she could well be a security risk.
"What appears to be the issue, ma'am?" he said, arms crossed. He didn't necessarily intend to be intimidating, but that was his job-