Komomo was bored. The clock on the wall read 2:14 PM, but it might as well have been 2:14 AM—the zzzz kind of silence had wrapped the office in a heavy, drowsy blanket. She was the only one still awake in the surveillance wing, the only agent not slumped over her keyboard.
"Manual?" the captain asked over the line. He always asked like that, as if Komomo could refuse. It was a formality. komomo zzzz 009 14 top