05-13

*O5-11 takes a sip out of his glass of whisky, swirling it around for show. He stared at the wall. It was far too late for him to be awake.* *Either way, he was, and he couldn’t really do anything about that fact, especially when his phone started ringing. Something work related. He hesitated before answering it.* “What.” *He practically hissed the words out, his voice layered with clear disdain.*