Opal was fairly certain her current level of stress was the same amount that killed her father.
Nothing made her head hurt like working for the government. Especially not when they needlessly made decisions she considered asinine.
She begins to wonder to herself if she had been foolish for refusing to go on that sabbatical after all.
Hindsight was 20/20, but Opal's regrets were not settling quietly with just that expression alone.
'This is such a clusterfuck...'
Opal exhaled through her nose as she stepped outside, followed by four of her subordinates.
These individuals were new and eager. Something Opal was originally hoping to temper with a bit of field work. The plan was for her new recruits not to necessarily lose their fire, but also to recognize the value of cool heads and investigation.
For the first time, she had brought individuals into the Dark Angels who were not former military special operations or former gate hunters.
