Silence. Nobody moved. A woman had just died in their hands. Gwen's mind went blank. What was this bitterness she felt? Failure? No. The had worked hard for this. But the answer was right in front of them. This was not what they were trying to achieve. Months of har-
Whoosh!
A file flew past her ear and hit the glass wall. It did nothing, not a single crack, against the wall. But the action snapped Gwen out of her reverie. She turned to find, as expected, Aldo was pissed off. Her expression turned ugly. It was usually her who did the throwing of things around and not the other way.
"Explain this!" Aldo pointed a finger down as he demanded in fury.
"And just how do you expect me to do that?" She countered, equally pissed off.
"You said you were prepared, that you were ready, THAT is not the result we were expecting, is it?"
"Then what else do you expect me to say? It's just as you see it!"
