Burke sat in a meeting room across from the highest-ranking officer of the Alliance Police in the Etania System.
The man was an old acquaintance by the name of Hartel Beniel. When Burke and Doyle had just been starting out, he had still only been at the rank of lieutenant, but now he was a commander.
"I'm guess that things are not looking very good for me, are they?" Burke said with his head drooping.
His normally slicked back black hair was currently a horrible mess, and his orange eyes that usually had a clear strength to them were surrounded by black circles and devoid of life.