Mission of Mercy (poetlore and dunruffle)

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The woman rolled her eyes and sighed. "No miss I do not know. I am only a desk clerk." She took harrison's papers and checked them over as well. After briefly scrutinizing the papers she handed them back along with ID clearance cards. "Please keep your clearance cards on you at all times. If you do not have them and are stopped by a guard you will be imprisoned until your identity is verified." Doctor Pearson came over and quickly guided the pair past the checkpoint. "Your assistants are already here, but first we have to meet with the director." They boarded a monorail car and were whisked off to a tall tower that sat on the edge of the magma lake. Getting off, they were stopped by a pair of burly masked guards. Pearson took out his ID card and handed it to one, who pulled out a scanner and scanned the card. A moment later the scanner beeped and the security door behind the guards opened. Stepping inside, they passed a trio of masked guards all armed with large shotguns. They silently watched them pass and into an elevator. As it started ascending the tower Pearson tucked his ID card back inside his lab coat. "Dont worry about the guards, just usual security measures for a black site. Fun fact, the guards are all recruited from the local planet population. After several generations of living on this planet. Many have undergone gene modification to survive on the planet. Their skin is very thick to deal with high heat, they are frightfully strong as their forefathers were miners and industrial labourers, and their respiratory systems have been enhanced to deal with poisonous gases. Quite fascinating. Also they consider being chosen as a guard for this place on of the highest honors a family can achieve and they undergo brutal training. Unlike other security forces on say the inner planets that are mere peacekeeping forces. Our security prides themselves on being vigilant and deadly effective." Pearson talked as if it was a usual everyday situation, obviously long desensitized to the local populace.

Arriving at the top of the tower, the elevator doors opened to reveal the command center. Banks of plasma screens, holoprojectors, and data monitors covered the walls. There were several pits in the floor with advanced data and communications equipment,all manned by several intelligence officers. In the dark recesses of the room, heavily armed guards watched over the command center like unnoving sentinels. Suddenly a tall woman in a black intelligence officer's uniform blocked their path. She had snow white hair and her posture gave off the aura of a strict martial attitude. The most significant feature was her left eye. Unlike her right eye that was a regular green iris. Her left eye was pitch black with a glowing red iris, giving her an almost demonic appearance. Pearson gulped nervously and straightened his lab coat. "Umm...the director is expecting us miss sokolov." The woman looked over harrison and cassandra like a predator eyeing up a piece of meat. After a moment she nodded and stood aside, revealing an older man sitting in a command chair. The man stood up and approached Cassandra holding out his hand. "Doctor Brandford, a pleasure to meet you. I am director valentine, I run the special operations group. Your file is quite impressive, I am glad we were able to recruit you. I hope you are not too overwhelmed by our facilities. I know it can be a lot to take in."
 
Cassandra nodded to the woman and then was ushered off by Pearson. She was glad to hear the others had already arrived. That meant her other clothes and personal items were here as well. She followed and listened attentively, and wondered why the guards hadn't asked for their ID. She didn't spend long dwelling on it. She tipped her head when she listened to him spew out info about the local planet's population like they were lab experiments. She cast Harrison a look and he just returned it without a shred of emotion or indication of what he was thinking. Like her he was taking the whole place in. He wasn't sure he liked it all, but they hadn't been here long enough to make such a judgment.

Cassandra glanced up at the tall woman and was not intimidated, but rather scanning her implanted eye, with her own. She was sure Harrison was inspecting it as well. They were BOTH highly involved in advancing the implant technology, but not in the way that she had been involved during school. She wanted to enhance lives, not create a bunch of test subjects. She was trying to figure out why the woman's implant was made intentionally off-putting and obvious. It was far more effective to have these things be as invisible as possible. Her mind was dragged from her mental musings by the director's greeting.

She smiled and extended her hand, "You have quite an impressive base of operations here," she said, "But I am not intimidated by much." She turned and lifted a hand to her companion, "This is captain Harrison." she said introducing him. Harrison extended a hand but made no comment.

She watched him and took in his office, adding the appearance of the room to her assessment of him and this organization. "You have Captain Hsu to thank for my being here," she said honestly, "Well...the captain and the saints. Both had quite an impact on me. And Captain Hsu's offer to rescue me from returning to civilian medicine was one that could not be turned down." She grinned a sideways grin, "What exactly would you envision my team and I contributing to this group?" she asked. It was obvious they'd been recruited for a reason. She was interested to hear what it might be.
 
The director amiled and shook both their hands. "Let's just say this Doctor Brandford. My goal is make my task force excel in every area possible. Whether that be creating new and improved personal cloaking devices, to having the best possible medical staff on hand to treat any possible injury. A totally self sufficient fighting force, and one that is a force to be reckoned with. Anyways I have wasted enough of your time. I am sure you are eager to reunite with your crew and inspect your workspace." He turned to Pearson and his warm and gentle smile was replaced by a steely gaze of expectancy. "Dr Pearson, I hope your plasma project is proceeding as scheduled." Pearson swallowed nervously and toyed with the edge of his lab coat collar. "Umm...we have had some...minor setbacks...nothing too major..but it has delayed our scheduled completion date." The director's gaze seemed to only intensify and Pearson wilted under the assault. A few moments later, the Director was back to his cheerful self and patted Pearson's shoulder. "Well I am glad you told me instead of trying to cover it up like last time. If you had I would have sent you to accompany our solar panel technicians on their daily maintenance patrol." Pearson smiled weakly, "umm..yes..thank you sir." The director sat back down in his chair and waved the trio away. "Alright dismissed." Pearson hurriedly pulled Cassandra and Harrison back into the elevator. When the doors closed, he let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall. "Whew...I am glad he was in a good mood this time. I still have burns from when I was forced to work at the magma thermal energy collector."
 
Cassandra saw the quick changes in the directors demeanor for what they were, indicators of a driven and exacting type A, with heavy intimidation tendencies. she did shake his hand and she listened and smiled when he offered one but her heart was not in the smiles.

She nodded, "Thank you," she agreed, "I am anxious to unpack and see that my team is all settled. The workspace as he called it, would be to her liking, or she'd MAKE it to her liking. She had no problem at all customizing spaces to meet her needs, and this wasn't going to be an exception to that rule. He must have seen that in any report about her, and since that was the case, to her that meant he was accepting her as she was.

She nodded and then left with Pearson, noting his obvious relief at being in the elevator. "You probably shouldn't let him see you sweat," she offered sagely, "Type A's smell fear." She didn't add that they also didn't respect anyone who showed it, but she knew it was true as well. The Director definitely had Pearson's number and he knew all the right buttons to push.

She decided to have pity on Pearson though, "So what kind of plasma device are you working on?" she asked, hoping it would perk up his mood.
 
Pearson looked up and smiled weakly, "ah well its a little late for that. The director's name is something of an ironic joke. For he is everything opposite of a valentine. You should hear the stories about him. Half the stuff sounds like horror stories but nobody knows what is the truth or not." Straightening up as the doors opened, they got back into the monorail. "Well the plasma project has been in development for the past year. As you know, plasma is superheated energy in a tangible form. What my team has been trying to do is harness the plasma in portable form. Right now our first application is a handheld plasma cutter, for use by our spec ops teams when breaching hardened defenses. Say a blast door for example." The tram came to a halt at the base of one of the cavern walls. Getting out, the trio had to scan their badges in a card scanner to gain access to the medical wing. Inside, everything was white and sterile, with all of the most cutting edge medical equipment available. Pearson smiled and stood by rhe door, "your team should be inside. It was nice meeting you doctor brandford. I am sure you will have some work soon so get acclimated." With that, Pearson waved goodbye and exited out the door.
 
Cassandra nodded, "I can believe it," she said thinking it wouldn't take long for some of that gossip and ridiculousness to reach her ears. He told her about his work, which she knew he would. "That sounds like a worthwhile application," she said honestly, "I can imagine that would sell well in the civilian market as well. I can understand his wanting that done as soon as possible." She had the thought that perhaps the director had a few side projects going to lining his pocket, but she kept that thought to herself.

She scanned her badge and stepped into the medical wing. "Thank you for the escort," she said offering her hand again, "It was good to meet you. Good luck with your plasma gun."

She turned then and entered the new space and she looked up at Harrison with a wide-eyed expression and whistled. Harrison just nodded and smiled. The whistle however caught the attention of the others, "DOC! HARRISON!" they heard and Point came flying out of a bay and ran over to them and hugged them both. "You both look fine...I was so scared you got blown to bits when we heard you were trapped."

Harrison rolled his eyes and extricated himself from Point quickly, "Jen you are a lunatic, you do know that right?"

Point huffed, "You know you love me," she said and then turned her attention to Cassandra, "This place...is to die for..." she said dragging her into the bay she'd just come from. "Look...actual vacuum isolation sleeves...laser scalpel...laser heat sealers...there's stuff in here that I don't even know what the hell it is."

Cassandra followed and looked at the bay slightly impressed in spite of herself. She knew what all of it was, and she was smiling, "We will be able to help a lot of people in here," she said with a nod. "And implants...we can do even the most intricate ones with these micro lasers and micro sight settings."

Graves popped his head in, "Hey Doc," he said, "Glad to see you in one piece. We put your stuff in the crew quarters in back. Gave you the big room." He clasped his hand to her shoulder, "This is one helluva post Doc," he said, "Whatever you did to get us this gig...thanks." He turned to leave and chuckled, "If Biggs saw this he'd shit himself...chicken doesn't know what he missed..."

Point frowned, "Language Graves..." she said to his retreating back only to get the finger flipped at her as he walked away. "He loves me too," she said with conviction, "He just has a weird way of showing it. Anyway, I'm sorry Biggs and Mason bailed on your Doc. After everything you've done for them...."

Cassandra waved it off, "It's fine Point," she said, "I'd rather not have disgruntled crew. Your three are more than enough. Have you guys been unloading or were you waiting for me?"

Point gave her a look, "Were you planning to change your preferences all of a sudden?' she asked with a huff of amusement, "We have been unpacking the supplies since we arrived. Everything is being organized as you always order it," she said, "Why don't you go check out your quarters. Nice digs here Doc....real nice."

She nodded, "I could use a shower and some fresh clothes," she said," and then I'll come help you all as soon as I'm human again." She went then to the crew area and slid her badge to gain access. Her room was at the end of the long hall and the door was open, but once she was inside there was a scanner to use to lock it and set it to her badge. She looked around and blinked. It was gigantic. This one room was as big as where all 6 of them were staying on the Andromeda. She looked around and saw her things stacked neatly on the floor by the end of the bed. They really did know her. She grinned and unstacked crates until she found her clothing. She grabbed some clean things and went looking for the shower.

Some time later, but not too long she emerged and felt like she was ready to face all the new challenges this place was going to offer. She helped them finish the unloading and storing process. Tons of well thought out space and easy access to it all. She gave Harrison the largest bay to build his implants. She gave Point the bay she'd led her to initially so she could practice on her micro surgery skills.

She put Graves in charge of supplies and she took the first bay closest to the door and began familiarizing herself with the placement of the tools and items, adjusting things to her size, preference and configuration.
 
The sound of the main doors opening announced the arrival of Erik and Dante. They walked in and looked around as they approached Cassandra. "What did I tell ya doc? Sweet digs huh?" Erik smiled and waved to Point and Graves. "Hey there, I am Erik Riktof and this meat hunk here is Dante Brown. Dante was dying to show off his new arm to you doc." Dante pulled off his shirt to reveal that his arm was now a glossy obsidian black with new armored skin. "The tech boys over in R&D gave me an upgrade, nanite synthetic skin, blast resistant plating, and check this out." Dante clenched his fist and a sharp blade emerged from the top of his hand. "Pretty sweet huh?" He unclenched his fist and the blade quickly retracted. "I am still getting used to it, having 4 times the normal strength in one arm. But sometimes I get a tingly feeling in it, I was wondering if I could be the first one to get a checkup." Meanwhile Erik had put an unlit cigarette in his mouth and rolled it around. "And I being a fellow medical clinician decided to accompany him so he does not flirt with any of the nurses like last time."
 
Point was the first of the others to approach the two and her eyes were all for Dante, "Wow,' she said looking at the arm, "four times?" she asked and reached out to touch it. "You like the color?' she asked looking up at him, "I can make it match your skin tone, might be a bit more effective a weapon if someone else couldn't immediately see that it's an implant." she bit her lip, "But um...well..it's a good upgrade..."

Cassandra chuckled a bit at Point, "Definitely impressive digs, Ritkof," she said and then looked around at her team, "This is Jen Point," She said and then pointed over at the other man leaning against the gate to the supply area, "That's Graves," He just waved a hand but didn't bother to join the group. "The other two members, transferred out, but you remember Harrison.."

Harrison came over to inspect the arm as well, though not to touch it but to place a clear disc onto it and then attached a wire to that which connected to a portable display. "Short.." he said and then waved his hand at Dante, "In here."

Cassandra smiled, "He knows those things inside out and upside down," she assured him. "He'll have it fixed in a few minutes."

She looked at Ritkof then, "So...does every person here have as spacious of a personal area as we do? My room is bigger than our entire crew quarters on the Andromeda." She grinned, "Not that I'm complaining, but it's a lot of space." She noticed Point trying NOT to peek in Harrison's bay and it gave her a slight tickle. Poor Jen. She was always looking for the next new guy, and always thinking that next new guy would be the last new guy. Such a romantic. Pity there weren't many romantics in the military. Dante though, he might just be a good fit for her. He was reading a romance novel...who knew.

She looked back at Ritkof, "I met the director," she said and then grinned, "Seems a very driven man. Anything I should be aware of?"
 
Erik shrugged, "the place sure is high end. But thats what you get when you have a several billion credit budget. The rooms are certainly nice, even us troopers get our own rooms. Sorta a home away from home. They are pretty lax about decorating your room as long as you dont bring in any dangerous materials and such. As far as the director goes, he is an ok guy I guess. Never really talks to anyone except the ice queen, she is kinda like his protege. He is the only male she actually respects. Because of the whole...." He stopped and furrowed his brow, "sorry. I said a little too much. She might actually talk to you so maybe you can find out the story behind her demon eye. Its a total guess as to what kinda mods she had built in. But her specialty is interrogation so one can only imagine." He shivered and rolled around the cigarette some more.

Dante emerged from the medical bay and rotates his arm a few times. "Thanks harry, feels a lot better." He put his shirt back on and gave Jen a wink. "See ya around." He walked back over to erik and waved goodbye. "See ya later guys!" The turned around to leave when the door opened to reveal Natalya Sokolov, the "ice queen". The two men instantly stood at attention and saluted her. "Captain Sokolov!" She returned the salute with crisp precision, watching as the two men scurried away like frightened schoolboys from a teacher. She walked in and examined the assistants before turning to Cassandra. "I am here to brief you on your duties...in private." She waited expectantly as she held a datapad under one arm.
 
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Cassandra listened and quirked a brow," but heard Dante coming back out and call Harrison Harry. She almost choked but managed to stifle it. She saw Point just about faint at the wink and cast Erik a glance that conveyed the import of Point's reactions. She was about to ask Erik what he meant but the doors slid open and the two were in full salute and scurrying away like puppies who'd been in the chow bag.

She smiled a welcome, "Of course," she said and turned, "If you'd care to follow me," she said and led her back to her private room, unlocking the door as they entered. She'd put a desk near the door, so she could use this huge space as both living area and a separate office. She grabbed a chair fro the other side of the room and placed it in front of the desk, "Please excuse me," she said, "I am still getting settled." She took her eat behind the desk and folded her hands atop it. "So Miss Sokolov," she began, "What have you come to discuss?"
 
The captain handed Cassandra the datapad. On it were the complete medical profiles of every SOG trooper on base. "Our bio-science division has made significant breakthroughs in gene modded tissues and organs. We would like to begin implanting these organs and administering the necessary genetic modifiers by the end of the month. Since you are now the lead doctor in this facility, it will be your responsibility to help facilitate these modifications. You will be working with Doctor Sechen, the lead scientist of the bio-science division. You are scheduled to meet with him tomorrow at 1100, make sure you have any questions and suggestions prepared ahead of time. Do you have any questions?" She spoke in a light russian accent, her red eye glowing slightly as she stared at Cassandra.
 
Cassandra lifted a brow, and accepted the tablet, "Gene modded organs?" she asked and began making notes on actual paper she had on the desk. "I will have questions," she said and tapped the pencil on the desk.

"My team has been making many forward strides in the implant area, more connectivity and better acceptance rates. As well as making them less obvious, which has always been my goal. I can see I will have to adjust my focus here, since the aesthetics of the devices does not seem to be important to this unit."

She scribbled something on the pad and then looked back up at the woman, "My only question at this time, that you could answer,' she said, "Is this...will I be coerced to performing operations that I feel are morally or ethically inconsistent with my oath in the course of my duties here?"
 
Sokolov smirked when Cassandra asked about performing morally questionable procedures. "Of course not doctor, you have every right to not participate in anything that you find distasteful. Of course we will go through the procedure with or without you. Just if you are not there we will have to rely on less experienced staff which may increase the chance of....unpleasant outcomes. So if you want to make sure everyone who gets this treatment is treated properly....then you should decide how far you are willing to go to help your patients." She sat back and suddenly her demeanor changed from one of a dispassionate soldier to one of a weary woman. She pulled out a small oblong device from her pocket and set it on the desk, pressing a button which made a small red light turn on.

"Sorry, i have to act like the cold hearted bitch when i am probably being observed." She looked up at cassandra and gave her a small smile. "This device is a bug scrambler, so if there are any monitoring devices in here we will be safe from being spied on." She sat back and rubbed her demon eye, "stupid thing is more trouble than its worth. Damn thing occasionally feels like i am having needles shoved into my eye socket." She looked up and smiled sadly, "Hello Doctor Brandford, my name is Natalya Sokolov. I am sort of the second in command around here. I know what you are being asked to do is out of your comfort zone, but i know you are the right person for this place. Mostly everyone here only cares about themselves or their reputation. The soldiers here know that and many are distrusting of anyone other than a fellow soldier. It is quite amazing you were able to be accepted by them. If you were any other doctor, they would gladly cut up the soldiers without a second thought. But you are different, you actually care about them. So if you take part in these procedures, you can use your position to make the operations safer. You are officially now the highest ranked individual on this base when it comes to medicine. So you can use that authority to steer the course of the procedures." She stopped and sighed, "Sorry for being two faced, it comes with the job."
 
Cassandra heard the words and the undertone of them and the look in her eyes said as much. She watched the woman place the device on her desk and then change instantaneously before her eyes. She listened and then leaned onto the desk. "Harrison can fix that implant," she said simply, "It should not ever harm you, unless the person who installed it desired it to do so, but I assure you, either I or Harrison can make that stop. If he cannot tweak the device i can operate and install it correctly. Since I can be frank," she said folding her hands, "I am not at all sure why your implant was created to be so obvious." she tapped her cheek and the tiny barely visible lines there opened and exposed her own implant briefly before she tapped her jaw and it closed again. "It has always been my assertion that implants are far more effective when they are undetectable. What someone cannot see, they cannot prepare for...but it appears that your bio-engineers like to show off their bling at the expense of other people's normalcy."

She leaned back in her chair as well," The men I went into the field with are excellent men," she said without hesitation, "They risked their lives to save me, and they all behaved in the most professional manner at all times. That deserved respect, acknowledgement and loyalty, which they received. I understand you are in a tenuous position, and I do not envy you for it. But honesty, is always the most reliable means of communication, and has the least chance of rebounding badly into your court."

She let out a slow sigh, "You are right of course about my influence and ability to steer the focus and techniques used to carry out these operations. I find myself questioning the validity of the science involved, but I will do what i can to ensure that every man is safe, and that nothing is implemented that I ahve not tested personally to be satisfied it will be safely implantable. I will never allow a human to be a test monkey for a theory. I will indeed have questions for Doctor Sechen. And I appreciate you being candid with me Natashya, if I may call you such, and please call me Cassandra. I realize before others we will ahve to be formal, but we are in the minority here, and I know friends are hard to come by in units such as this."
 
Natalya have a small smile. "Thank you Cassandra. Maybe tomorrow I will come by for you to inspect my eye." She sighed and toyed with the cuff of her uniform. "I got the eye specially made by the techs here and colored like this on purpose. Interrogation is all about throwing people off and intimidation. Plus this eye reads heart rate, can detect hidden devices, and is connected to the armed forces database. So when I look at someone I can see all their recorded life. Scares the heck out of people when I call them by a nickname from school or ask about a family member they have hidden away." She got up and shook Cassandra's hand. "I look forward to getting to know you better cassandra." She deactivated the device and pocketed it as she returned to her military posture. Her eyes took on that of a predator once more and she exited the room. Walking out she glared at each of the assistants before disappearing out the door.
 
Cassandra smiled and nodded, "Please do," she said, "It worries me that you have pain. But if you are pleased with the appearance of it, We will not touch that, only the settings or error in attachment." She shook her hand and then stood as well and watched the persona appear. She had the fleeting thought that such a dual life must be exhausting, but did not speak of it. She looked around the room and wondered if indeed there WAS a bugging device there. If so she didn't like the idea of it, and she knew exactly who to set about that task.

She stepped out of her room and went to the supply area and leaned against the door, "Graves..." she said and he looked over at her casually, "Doc.." She grinned, "I have a project for you." He knew what she meant without her having to say it, because they'd had these issues before. She wrote on a piece of paper and set it on the desk next to him and then left. graves stood and went around the stores taking this and that, as if she gave him some kind of list to pull, when he was in fact grabbing things for detection and destruction of bugging devices.

She started to go over to her bay and Point bee lined for her, "Ok....tell me about mister hunk of man.."

She laughed loud at that, "Hunk of man?" she asked, "Whoever are you talking about Point?' she asked.

Point pouted, "Aww come on Doc," she said, "The big beautiful man with the new arm. Don't tell me you don't think he's gorgeous...he's a wall of flesh and muscle."

Cassandra lifted a brow, "I guess I didn't notice."

Point huffed at her, "You need a man in your life," she said in exasperation.

"I don't have TIME for a man in my life."

"Well MAKE time!" Point said and then followed her into the operating bay, "So tell me...what's he like? You saw him wink..he loves me.."

"Dante is very nice," she said, "He reads romance novels and is very polite," she said, "That's all I know aside from the fact that it takes a LOT of tranqs to put him down." She smiled at the memory, "Six men were trying to control him when he came in with that injury. he is a wall of muscle I will give you that." She looked at Point then, "Why don't you try being subtle and hard to get for once...it might work better."

Harrison poked his head in, "I'm going to deck him if he ever calls me Harry again..."

Point shook her head, "no injuring the hunk of man.."
 
The door to the clinic opened and two massive guards in combat armor and armed with shotguns walked in. One stood by the door while the other walked up and handed Cassandra a datapad with a video on it. It showed the upper torso of a brute of a man. "Doctor Brandford, i am Villis. Head of security. I have dispatched two men to stand guard at your clinic. They will be replaced by the next shift every 6 hours. Do not worry, they are only there for your protection. They will die before letting someone harm you or your collegues." With that the video ended and the guards stood motionless and at attention. Watching cassandra as if waiting for permission to move.
 
Cassandra heard the doors open and went out to greet whoever was there. She saw the big guys and raised a brow when he handed her a datapad. She watched the message and handed it back, "Welcome then," she said, "Please...at ease or something. You'r going to pass out holding locked knees like that."

She looked at the two men, "Are you native to this planet?' she asked, wondering if these were the highly trained guards that were able to live on the planet. She had no idea if they were allowed to speak to her or not, but she figured why not try. "And may I ask how someone would get all the way to this hospital without being detected?"
 
The two guards went to a military at ease position. The lead one removed his gas mask to reveal heavily scarred face. His eyes were almost squinted shut and his skin was a dark tan. "Yes, born on planet. Year ago enemy spy sneak in. We catch and throw him in lake." He smiled like it was a fond memory as his friend chuckled. He put a fist to his chest and gave Cassandra a short bow. "Much honor to serve.." he frowned as if trying to remember something. "Special...operations...group..yes." He nodded and smiled like a child remembering how to spell a word correctly. Obviously the guards were bred for their muscle and loyalty, not their intelligence.
 
Cassandra watched as they relaxed and the one removed his helmet and began talking. She smiled as he related that he was indeed born on planet and then informed her that a spy has snuck in and been tossed into the lava. She blinked but showed no other reaction to that revelation.

He was obviously very glad to be serving, and to be in particular serving her and SOG group. So, this whole operations wasn't under the SOG heading. That was interesting to know. "I appreciate your presence here," she said with a bright smile, "I am very glad I am in such capable hands." She saw no need to offend them or dismiss their efforts, especially when he was obviously extremely happy to have been given what he considered and honor.

"If you ever have an injury or need medical help," she said, "Don't hesitate to come and find us for help." She smiled and nodded, "Thank you again...I'll just be getting back to work." She went back to the bay and finished putting her tools in the configuration she preferred and then dismissed her team for the day, "get settled in everyone. Tomorrow is going to be a big day." She went back to her room and unpacked her boxes and personal items. She put a picture of her father and brother on her desk and put some pictures from home on the walls here and there. She was happy with the results once she finished and she pushed the empty crates out and into the supply area, "Here ya go...I have no idea what you do with these but here ya go."

Graves looked at her without missing a beat, "We hide the bodies in those." and then picked them up and walked off with them.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes before returning to her room to relax.
 
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