Iowa managed to convince his escorts that he was fine after some time, he was angry still but he’d let most of it go. He had to contact his previous Commanding Officer there was no way that the head of this mission had the rank to access the file, I was told it had been removed.

**“This is Commander Presley Quarter master of the UNSC black wolf how can I be of service is that you, bloody hell Ale-”**

**“It’s agent Iowa now sir. Would there be any chance someone from outside the UNSC would have access to the file of mission ‘black widow’? ”**

**“It’s nice to see you too, the only copies of that file are in the hands of the current Exec’s of the UNSC. Why, I’m sure I could get them for y-”**

**“Thanks but I just needed to know how access able they were. I’ll speak to you later I’ve got to do my shift on the medical ward, And it was nice talking to you, F.I.L.S.S disconnect, and see if you can fit in an appointment with the head of this operation”** he grabbed his Data pad and left the room, his eyes were still red so kept his visor on one way mode. F.I.L.S.S replied after some time; 
**“I’m sorry agent Iowa but it seems that the director’s schedule is full could you try another date possibly?”** 

**“It’s alright F.I.L.S.S just see when you can find the next space, I might need an hour”**

Iowa was so focused upon talking to F.I.L.S.S he had forgotten to eat. ‘I better get something or I’m going to perish just before my duties’ I grab a sandwich and spot North and South. He placed his tray down calmly, sat down and took his helmet off **“I hope I’m not intruding, but I couldn't let you two just sit and eat on your own. I’ve got to go soon, F.I.L.S.S enrolled me onto a medical course to check out my medical abilities. What about you two anything planned for this afternoon?”**  He wouldn’t normally use small talk like that but he understood that they might not want to bring up the subject of the simulations. And personally he would prefer if they didn’t ask his mission still brings back bad memories.