Eric Woods:
"8 years in uniform and I still fucking hate mornings," Eric said as he staggered stiff legged into the meeting room. "I swear I'm going to get a night job at some point."
He snagged a pastry before slumping into his seat. Ignoring the coffee he popped the tab on his favorite brand of cold carbonated caffeine Dr. Pepper. His shirt and pants were both wrinkled while cheap rose colored sunglasses sat in his breast pocket. Looked more like an office worker with a hangover than a decorated Intelligence Officer.
"Yegot that right Eric!" Patrick spoke out softly. He picked up a cup and filled it full and added the contents of a blue sweetener pack.
“ I’ve been working nights most of my life since High school, hell I worked a night job then.” He laughed.
He looked around the room and spotted the pasteries and moved towards them
“Target in visual “he muttered.