Cortana! Bring me my coffee

Orama pulled off the headset and just breathed for a moment. His stomach was growling, demanding fuel for his racing mind.

Five days. Four nights. I've gotta warn Michelle.

"Cortana!" Orama said, and a blue ring lit up on the screen beside him. A pleasant, subservient chime signaled readiness.

"New list. Title: urgent to do list April 14th. Item one, tell Michelle I'll be in the gamer zone all Monday and Tuesday, there's a raid on Beta Island." He peeled himself out of the chair, sitting on it sideways as he sipped some Fiji Water.

"Item two, research ocean myths, cross-reference to anime and game appearances of Kyogre," he stretched one leg, pointing his toes and feeling his muscles protest. How long had he been in this time? Ten? Fifteen hours? He felt so wide awake. "And send any pertinent data to the screen in the breakfast nook."

"Is that all?" Asked Cortana, her blue ring pulsing with each syllable.

"Item three, contact Sergio Atamandez, I need him to put together a scale model of Beta Island for the war room."

"The war room is currently occupied by the live 3D mapping of Seattle."

Orama swore. The physical world. Yes. It would have to wait while he conquered the digital.

"Halve the map size, and divide it into cyclable quadrants. I need the East side of the room free for a physical map. And tell the FBI that I need psych reports on all the players. Analyze current play patters and tell me who's likely to be where. If we're going to get screwed I want to know about it in advance."

He tapped his foot, problems and half solutions colliding in his mind like republicans and democrats doing bloody battle on the senate floor.

"Is that all-"

"No. And stop interrupting me. We're done when I say we're done."

Cortana blinked passively, cycling, microphones primed for her next command. She was good at waiting.

"Item four..." he trailed off, mind now worrying at the problem of his daughters. "Draft a message to the commanders in Seattle..."