Janie Taylor (
a_time_slip) wrote2010-06-01 10:42 pm
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To-Do list -
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1) debrief admiral
2) Notify the families
3) Submit letter of resignation
4) Return to the hotel room and rest for a few hours
It was well past midnight when Janie arrived at headquarters, interrupting the nap of the night guard, and setting off the many sensors. She held what was left of an agent in her arms, the legs dangling on one end, and a head on the other.
"Cheray Ashi. Age 32, rank, Lieutenant. Mother of three. She was killed serving for the Alpha Team and should be posthumously decorated for extreme bravery in service. I've tucked the report in her pocket."
As gently as she could, Janie laid the woman on one of the cots that was always available in headquarters. "I need to notify the families. Don't tell me I have to send someone else. They were my responsibility."
Her uniform dirty, body injured, and her hair a mess, Janie teleported to the location of the first family. Protocol dictated she be in full uniform, accompanied by several other officers but she knew that would come later. These families deserved to know before the story leaked out to the press.
She shed no tears, only moved on to the other eleven families, letting them all know someone would come by properly a little later. All of them were told how brave their relatives were and thankful they were told. She hugged significant others, comforted parents, and promised to stay in touch.
Janie spent several hours on the task, no sleep or rest, and no food. The only thing keeping her from collapsing to the ground and losing consciousness was the list she'd written out the moment she realized there were no survivors.
Upon returning to headquarters, she noted it was much busier.
"She's returned!" someone called. Ignoring that, Janie walked over to where she laid Ashi. The body was gone.
The body. All that was left of her team, and it was gone. Their last moments would stay in her memories for years. She realized she was crying.
"I'm turning my resignation in. Effective today." Janie's words didn't seem to make it out of her mouth, and a flurry of medics surrounded her. Some expressed shock at the baby bump, others managed to get her to a bed in medbay. "I quit." she repeated, as an injection was shot into her arm. "The m-"
Sleep came quickly, almost like death.
1) debrief admiral
2) Notify the families
3) Submit letter of resignation
4) Return to the hotel room and rest for a few hours
It was well past midnight when Janie arrived at headquarters, interrupting the nap of the night guard, and setting off the many sensors. She held what was left of an agent in her arms, the legs dangling on one end, and a head on the other.
"Cheray Ashi. Age 32, rank, Lieutenant. Mother of three. She was killed serving for the Alpha Team and should be posthumously decorated for extreme bravery in service. I've tucked the report in her pocket."
As gently as she could, Janie laid the woman on one of the cots that was always available in headquarters. "I need to notify the families. Don't tell me I have to send someone else. They were my responsibility."
Her uniform dirty, body injured, and her hair a mess, Janie teleported to the location of the first family. Protocol dictated she be in full uniform, accompanied by several other officers but she knew that would come later. These families deserved to know before the story leaked out to the press.
She shed no tears, only moved on to the other eleven families, letting them all know someone would come by properly a little later. All of them were told how brave their relatives were and thankful they were told. She hugged significant others, comforted parents, and promised to stay in touch.
Janie spent several hours on the task, no sleep or rest, and no food. The only thing keeping her from collapsing to the ground and losing consciousness was the list she'd written out the moment she realized there were no survivors.
Upon returning to headquarters, she noted it was much busier.
"She's returned!" someone called. Ignoring that, Janie walked over to where she laid Ashi. The body was gone.
The body. All that was left of her team, and it was gone. Their last moments would stay in her memories for years. She realized she was crying.
"I'm turning my resignation in. Effective today." Janie's words didn't seem to make it out of her mouth, and a flurry of medics surrounded her. Some expressed shock at the baby bump, others managed to get her to a bed in medbay. "I quit." she repeated, as an injection was shot into her arm. "The m-"
Sleep came quickly, almost like death.
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He shouldn't know that. Phoenix clears his throat, slighty embarrassed. "They uhm, wouldn't let me read the official report -- so I stole a copy."
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He's mentally going through a list of beings who might be capable of manifesting blood through inorganic objects.
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He's not sure how exactly, but a problem shared is a problem that two people can keep an eye on. Right?
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She felt sick to her stomach after speaking, but she couldn't let Phoenix see her like that, so she stared straight ahead and waited for the feeling to pass.
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"Okay. Look.. I'll..." He wipes a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'll give you my word I won't go charging in that way again - it just pushes you away. But you just try and talk to me? I'll listen, properly, we'll work something out, yeah?"
He can see how weak she is, and doesn't understand quite why. "Is there anything you didn't put in that report?" Phoenix asks, a little suspiciously.
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Janie plastered a smile on her face.
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He forces his own smile and takes her hand, still concerned. "How's the baby? Do you need me to take care of Lynn?"
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"The baby is fine. Protocol states that I should have divulged the health condition, I'm not sure if I'll be reprimanded for that or not. Lynn's with my Father right now... I don't want to move her just yet."
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He really. REALLY. Wishes Janie would ask for stuff, just occasionally. "How long you gonna be here? Any idea?"
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It was in Janie's nature to be self-reliant, and she didn't want to appear weak in front of Phoenix. She was 594 years old, not a youngster of eighty-four anymore. "I don't know. Do you think they'll let me go now?"
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"I dunno, I could ask.. but you're weak, you need the rest." In his own capacity as healer, he'd say she needs several days, at least.
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"I'm not that weak... the energy drain wasn't that bad."
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"..Sorry. Look, I'll see what I can find on the ICTD database, see what kind of life form can do what he did. There's plenty there to go on."
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"Guess he couldn't kill you. Not many entities like that would be dumb enough to take an agent away. They'd have several organisations out after their blood."
Many of the Galactic agencies and policing forces affiliated with each other, do tend to look after their own. "Wish Id' fucking been there." Phoenix mutters, irritated himself now.
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"No. The mission shouldn't have even been run... the resources are probably a myth. There are more important things going on right now."
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"Damn shame. Those resources are fabled. Would have been such a boon to The Agency."
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"They're fabled, but any team could have run that, barring complications. You shouldn't have been there, I shouldn't have been there."
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"No-one should have been there.. Did they have any information on supernatural creatures native to Fasni?" He can't help it, Phoenix is in professional mode, trying to get as much as he can, so he can go away and do the research.
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And the more Giovan is mentioned, the more Phoenix is convinced the bastard had something to do with it. "It's my bet he set this up before he was killed. It's be easy for him to hide that kind of information, do a deal. Where are the files now? Disappeared with him? Or here at The Agency?"
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