Ursula and Stella sat down at the table, powering their way through the wobbly mountains of paperwork and munching away at the plate of conchas sitting precariously on the edge.
Ursula dunked a concha in her glass of milk. "You think this'll actually go through?"
Stella signed another page. "Honestly? I don't know." She delicately set the page atop a small stack and leaned back in her chair. "When you say it out loud it's a pretty ridiculous idea. But I think there's a space for it. We'll blaze our own trail here, figure it out as we go along."
Ursula stapled a clump of papers together. "Right there with ya. Now who's this guy we have to meet with?"
Stella and Ursula stood in front of the mahogany door, frozen with anticipation. The golden plaque read
Assistant Director of Task Forces
COMMANDER ULYSSES ELLISON
in a simple, no-nonsense font, and beneath the plaque was an iron door knocker. Stella smoothed her uniform and knocked, making a sound louder than she had expected.
Ursula whispered, "I wanted to knock it…"
The door opened, and Ursula and Stella were greeted by a wide, towering, man in a green uniform. Colorful badges seemed to wallpaper his entire left side. A small patch of salt and pepper hair prevented his head from truly being bald, as it seemed most of the man's hair had migrated to his upper lip, culminating in a magnificent handlebar mustache as thick as Stella's wrists.
"You must be Miss Delacruz and Miss Nunez! Come in, come in! Please, have a seat."