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"We have a problem," Gates was talking as the door was still swinging shut behind him, "a massive fucking problem." Cooper switched the displays between them from opaque to semi-transparent and nevertheless managed to regard his subordinate with clear irritation. "Come in, have a seat, no - I'm not busy at all." "It's Osiris, there's a serious problem with Osiris." Gates had closed the distance to the desk and stood shifting his weight from foot to foot, agitated. He plucked a stack of documents from his PDA and flung them up on Cooper's display, the pages orienting themselves and sorting into stacks of requisitions and shipping manifests.