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a_time_slip) wrote2010-06-01 10:42 pm
a_time_slip) wrote2010-06-01 10:42 pm
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justprompts
(After this)
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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Well it's good news? Kinda. Despite all the unanswered questions.
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"Ravenhead died! I mean.. it was fucking bad.. did you hear about the bombing in Arizona? That shopping mall? It was all over the TV news... it was him! He screwed up, or something.. I dunno, but he was killed by his own bomb."
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Something didn't sit right with her, but exhaustion started sinking in again and another sip of that glucose drink would make her sick.
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"Urm, kinda? He's dead, there's no doubt, we all felt it. The problem's gone in this universe.. only.. there's a lot of shit happening in the severed reality."
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"I know something is going on, but I've been- busy. What's happening?"
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"Yeah, I know sweetheart, Sorry.. but there's military deployment back home like .. like there hasn't been for centuries. Our version of Vahl has gone.. his whole stronghold has vanished. There's been renewed fighting in the hell realms, attacks on the mortal realm, Nekrin Fae - shadow wraiths, shapeshifters -- disappearing in their thousands, Kaldoa's going nuts."
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What's been going on at the Agency makes a lot more sense to her. "That's terrible... Shouldn't you be doing something official right about now? Does Drakus have it covered?"
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"My realm's under Drake's control now. They want me to stay here.. for the time being." He assumes. They're going to need everyone if there's war. Surely?
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He does quite wish he believed himself.
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"Be careful out there."
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"Don't worry about the apartment, you just look after yourself."
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