Post by V on Feb 22, 2009 4:42:39 GMT -5
Michelle was taken to the infirmary, and Carmen never left her side. After maybe ten minutes, the doctor on duty diagnosed her as "a-okay", although a bit shaken up. Alexei and the others, seeing no good reason to stay, took their leave to tend to their things. Carmen however, stayed behind. "Michelle?" The other women stared at her bewildered, before seeming to realize it was her. "What exactly did you see?" Michelle didn't answer her, so Carmen asked again. Finally, the other woman started to speak. It was in broken sentences and with many pauses, but Carmen was able to understand what she was saying. However, she had no idea how to handle this, or even approach it. She assumed Michelle would sleep there tonight, and, as subtly as she could, kissed her own middle and index finger then touched them to the other woman's forehead, who had seemed to have slipped out of consciousness. She left the infirmary and sighed. Valerio was just screwing with them all now. But that last attack on Michelle might have been a reminder to them. That they lost so many, and hardly gained anything for their deaths. The squad was so few now, and no closer to finding him than they were when they started. Maybe this was all futile. Carmen flipped onto her bunk, and stared at the bottom of the one above her. James seemed to have gone to sleep, but she couldn't see any of the others. Her head met the pillow as she began to think of her daughter again, and then her mother, and then her whole family. What would they do if she was killed like so many others. Thinking of it now, she had almost been killed several times in that raid, only luck saving her. With so much at risk, maybe she should just call it quits. A sigh escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes. Perhaps she wasn't think straight right now, a good rest would help remedy that.
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Thorough search of his quarters and bed yielded nothing of interest. Seemed James had yet to have something done to him. He sat on his bunk, and thought about his days in SAS. Great and wonderful times back then. Everyone knew what they were doing, and not many personal things interfered. Not like these guys at SFOD. He may have loved these guys, too, but some times he wished they were more fearless and disciplined. Then perhaps not so many would have died, and Molly and the others captured would still be with them, instead of needing to follow all these riddles. And frankly, he was tired of being thrown into hostile environments, doing all this tactical work, and being rewarded with nothing, such as the last two skirmishes. "Perhaps someone else will derive something from our clues." He said and yawned. "Guess I'll head to bed." He stretched his arms out, and placed the covers up, quickly slipping into slumber.
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Thorough search of his quarters and bed yielded nothing of interest. Seemed James had yet to have something done to him. He sat on his bunk, and thought about his days in SAS. Great and wonderful times back then. Everyone knew what they were doing, and not many personal things interfered. Not like these guys at SFOD. He may have loved these guys, too, but some times he wished they were more fearless and disciplined. Then perhaps not so many would have died, and Molly and the others captured would still be with them, instead of needing to follow all these riddles. And frankly, he was tired of being thrown into hostile environments, doing all this tactical work, and being rewarded with nothing, such as the last two skirmishes. "Perhaps someone else will derive something from our clues." He said and yawned. "Guess I'll head to bed." He stretched his arms out, and placed the covers up, quickly slipping into slumber.