"Desk work," Elena muttered to herself, "Brilliant." She stood facing her desk eyeing the pile in her in-tray, it was huge. Nothing in it would be of any real importance or even remotely interesting but Turks returning from bed rest always got the worst assignments so it was to be expected. Weeks had passed since the incident. Weeks of hospital beds and physical therapy to rebuild her broken body and relearn all those actions it used to know instinctively from years of hard training.

Turning towards the window she gazed out across Edge where people were rebuilding their lives after the tragedy of just two years ago and starting afresh. Here she was doing the same old thing she had been doing all her life, although it was doubtful that she could ever be anything else now. Her life until now had revolved around the Turks and proving to the world that she was better than her sister; more than a rookie. What was there to prove now? There was little she could do to help the organisation aside from write reports. Intellectually she knew that she needed to take it easy, let the wounds heal and return to full strength but emotionally she felt helpless and bitter.

All she could think of is if I were better, if I were stronger then this would have been over at the Northern Crater and no one would have been captured and there would have been no blood spilt at her expense. No, that way lead regrets and mental health problems.

While she had been contemplating, the heavens had opened and the streets had cleared; only the brave few remained on the streets. She smiled a little when Reno burst through the door slightly damp but no worse for wear followed by his ever patient partner. This was more than a job, to all of them. They were the closest thing to family she had and probably the only thing she had left to live for. Rude handed her a cup of coffee as he passed her on the way to his own desk. She thanked him with a nod and returned to her paper work and her life.