Post by Damen Smull on Nov 3, 2016 13:13:38 GMT -5
Following Kelly in through a door, Damen was brought into what was his Office. It was a decent size office with decent space. His desk was to his immediate left that was curved a bit. Behind the desk was a door that was accessed by going up a few steps. Looking at the door, he pointed at it and asked. "Whats in that room behind my desk?" Kelly looked at him and replied. "That be your bedroom sir for when you need to catch some Z's. There's a cot, a bed roll and a couple of pillows in there as well as a Coffee maker and a small fridge where you can store some of your food and water in. It's not the Biggest room, but it gets the job done when you need to lay down and relax. There's a cabinet in there where you can store three rifles and five handguns in it. So you have a spot for your firearms. If you need anything else sir, I'll be at my post. All Files on hand are inside your desk. When the doctor downstairs makes a report of new comers, she will bring it up to you so you can look them over yourself." Nodding his head, they both saluted and she left him to his own devices. Looking around the room, he went behind the desk and up the few steps. Opening the door and turning on the light, he was surprised at how small it really was. Enough to fit him and maybe one other person in it. Flicking the light off and closing the door, he went back to the desk where he pulled out the chair and sat in it.
Reaching into the filing cabinet next to him, he pulled out a stack of files of every person that was in Yankee stadium. Opening the other drawers, he saw an ashtray, quarter pack of smokes and a lighter. It would seem the former Chief of Security took after his own heart and smoked a bit. Taking them out and placing the ashtray onto the desk, he lit himself a cigarette, turned on the head lamp and began to start reading the files. In half an hour, he had already made two piles with stacks of Files. One stack was clear in his books for active duty, and the other needed training on they're fire arms and a couple needed a good ass whoopin because of how they were treating some of the people inside and even outside of the Stadium who were looking for a safe Haven. Flicking the ash off his now number two cigarette, he took a drag from it and blew out a long stream of smoke. "And this nasty bastard here...He's going to get someone killed, or just out right kill someone. How the fucking hell did he get cleared for active duty?" Looking at it, it stated that this guy was the grandson of the Chief of Security. So it was a few strings were changed and pulled to do so. Looking even carefully, he saw and smelt the scent of white out. Turning his head a bit, he looked at the door thinking he heard someone walking to it. Shrugging his shoulders, he set that File far away from the rest.
Getting up from his desk, he went into his little bedroom area. Filling the the coffee maker with water and coffee grounds, he turned it on. Leaning against the wall as he was looking over the next file, he saw this one had good potential at being Roof top Sniper Security. Passing almost every test with flying colors, the only down side with this man was that he failed in hand to hand combat. But being a sniper helped even the playing field. The Coffee beeped a few times. Opening a shelf, he saw a few coffee mugs. Pulling one out it had the Navy logo on it. Putting in the creamer and sugar, he poured the black caffeine liquid into his cup. Steering it with a plastic spoon, he placed it down and walked out with his mug in hand. Sipping the coffee, he looked at his watch as it read. '15:32' (3:32 pm) Sighing to himself, he set the mug of coffee down and kept going through the piles of Files. Slamming another one in the need's training stack. Grabbing the radio from the top of his desk, he pushed in the button. "Kelly, come into my office." A few moments later, the female security guard dressed in Army fatigues came in. Standing up, he picked up the stack and handed them to her. "These files are the names of Every security guard that needs to be pulled from Active duty, Effective Immediately. They need further training and pass the shooting exam before I clear them for duty again. Please have them come to my office in two hours. I would like to have a word with them all."
The stack had 12 files in it and Kelly nodded her head. Not saying a word, she left the office and closed the door behind her. Shaking his head, he looked at the Seven files he had left that were still on active duty. Frowning a bit, he leaned against the wall next to his desk with cup of coffee in his hand. Drinking some of it, he heard a knocking on his door. Looking at it, he said out loud. "Come in."