Blackwatch Agent
Saga marches with long strides down the promenade from the military hangar towards the looming Blackwatch HQ building, a structure she’d never entered but still always sat in the foreground of her mind, as she marched down through the military district as a child she’d gaze at it looming ominously over the promenade, she held the strap of her rifle on her back tightly as she took her first steps up the well maintained black marble steps, what she assumes to be agents marching down the stairs orderly clad in white with highlights of red and black, they stare at her with the glowing red light of their helmets, a cold chill crawls up Saga’s spine, she runs up the remaining steps to evade the ever cold wind of Kalidan.
Through the blackened glass doors into the main lobby Saga saunters gazing at the executive design of the interior, the same black marble floors, grand military inspired chandeliers, crimson carpet centred in the room with gold trimmings and the familiar Blackwatch triangle insignia etched in the centre in black and silver. There were far more guards in this building then most other government buildings Saga noticed, in fact out of the corner of her eye she noticed she’d been shadowed the whole way inside by security, internally she applauded their thoroughness. Nevertheless, she headed forward to the reception, a clean shaven man with ginger hair in a standard imperial suit and memory implants just above his ears including a eyepiece monitor, Saga spoke as elegantly as she could.
“I’m looking for the office of Lady Ingrid L’lerim, I have an interview with her.”