Olivier Mira Armstrong needs you
I give a very firm knock on the large metal door, anything less the general would consider weak. "Enter!" As I step into the office I can't help but feel intimated. It's completely bare, everything is grey concrete aside from a large ornate wooden desk at which the general sits, her sword at her side. Her eyes are as cold and blue as the Briggs mountain sky. I take only the briefest second to marvel at her beauty, no matter how many times I see her I can't help but take that second, I know it's...