LOCATION: UNSC ODST 105th /CHARLIE/ BARRACKS : REACH
TIME: 21:00 ZULU

The air was still, and the surrounding open space around him was quiet. Hoffman sat there in his dimly office chewing on the last of his Cuebo La Querta Cigar. The dying embers from the cigar painted a glow across his face, and outlined the true nature of a man who has seen too much.

A slight knock on the door cut the quiet in the room like a knife through butter.

"Enter." Hoffman bellowed from behind the papers he was sifting through.

The door opened, revealing Master Gunnery Sergeant Charnock in his ODST fatigues at attention.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?" The Gunny said, still standing at attention.

Hoffman set his papers down and grabbed his cigar from his mouth. "At ease son." He jestured to the chair infront of his desk. "Take a seat."

Charnock nodded and sat into the chair. "So, what is it you needed to see me about sir?" he asked.

The Lieutenant threw a manila envelope over to the Sergeant and gave a slight grunt as he moved forward onto his desk, resting