The roaring, piercing sound overpowered the silent ambiance of City Two; Tracey covered her ears as the ship hovered above her office—she knew that sound, as she had heard it often in the past year; Tracey left from beside the window and walked toward her desk with grace; The secretary was near, and she began pointing around with urgency yet composure.
“Couldn’t she at least tell me she was coming!” Tracey yelled as she picked up a stack of paper and shoved them into drawers. She took another stack and kicked it underneath her desk. “You, can you help me? Here, put these papers far away and–”
The back door slammed and cut off Tracey’s voice.