Well, here's installment 4 *que confetti cannons*. I must apologize, profusely for publishing this so late. I've been working on my own novel (and editing Panda8785's wonderful hate crime of a story [still love you, babe!])

"Well then, Ms. Zeal, I must say your vitals are doing pretty well," I set down the woman's hand as I moved over to my computer, "but your shot-record does seem to be out of date."

"H-how much out of date?" Fear reached her eyes.

"Not too far," I held a comforting smile, "but I'll be sure to make it as painless as possible." I pulled out a syringe and filled it with a fluid, watching her eyes dilate, "So, I hope I am not prying, but what is it? Algophobia? Belonephobia? Trypanophobia?" She tilted her head at me in utter confusion, "Fear of pain, fear of sharp objects, or fear of injections?"

"Um..." She averted her attention from me, tugging at the rim of her shirt, "The... first one."

"Well," I held her arm while she wasn't watching, injecting the vaccine into her, watching her cringe, "What are you doing in the army, then?"

"Because it's not about being afraid. I want to fight in order to protect those I love." Her voice went cold, straying far away from her outward behavior.

"Then, let me ask you another question." I filled the syringe once again, with a different vaccine, "How did you get most of your shots taken care of, if you have such a fear of pain?"

"I have a good doctor back at home that gives me vaccines through the power of osmosis." She waved her hand dismissively at me, "You wouldn't understand."

"Before I became a doctor here, I majored in biology." I spoke in a deadpanned tone, trying to hide the irritation behind my voice, "I think I know what osmosis means."

"Psh. Please." She held sarcasm in her voice, "All biologists know is if you have three frogs and one hops away, you now have two frogs."

I was about ready to slap her, but I ended up restraining myself, "You're done." I sighed, throwing the needle into the trash can five feet away, "Go ahead and report to the lunch hall. You'll be fed and placed in a group to begin training." And with that, she had finally left, "Next." my voice shed its false enthusiasm as I slowly spun around in my chair.

"I think that's all of them." Nevada had been leaning against the door frame, "That is, of course, unless someone ran away without me noticing. If that's the case, he deserves to pass."

"Yeah." I sighed, taking my laptop off my desk and placing it on my lap, "How many people did I examine today? Fifty?"

"Comes with the job." He laughed, "You're the only medic working on the trainees."

"Well, crap." I sunk into my seat.

"So, guess who got into an argument?"

"Director didn't appreciate her failing the one he wanted?"

"Yeah." He laughed, "And guess who's going to spend a night or two in our room?"

"He must really not like Reginald." I chuckled under my breath, "She's in our room for no more than two days, correct?"

"She said two days away from him will give him enough time to calm down. In the mean time, we have to keep an eye on Wyoming. Director might pull something."

"Why does she have to 'hang low' in our room?" I stood up, typing something real quick before closing my computer.

"We're the only one's who know about her." He shrugged, "If it were up to her, she'd be snuggling close to her sister, but it's not."

"Her sister?" I began walking as he began to follow.

"Carolina." He sighed, "You can ask her her back-story... I'm not all too familiar with it myself."

"Because knowing someone's whole life story is an invasion of privacy." I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Nevada, you of all people should know that."

"It's not an invasion of privacy if they tell you." He began to laugh, "It's not like I could've researched her. She's not on any UNSC or Freelancer records."

"Wait a second." I said in realization as we reached our bedroom door, "Does that mean Becka's the Director's daughter, too."

"You might want to keep quiet about that." He raised his eyebrow to me, "I thought no one aside from me, Carolina, and the Director knew that."

"Well," I opened the door and walked over to my bed, where the Kappa AI had been sitting up with holographic monitors surrounded her, "I should be asking how you know, shouldn't I?"

"Meh." He shrugged once again, closing the door behind him, "Carolina and I have been friends for eight years."

"That would be about three years after my existence passed." The AI on my bed spoke up, "Lazerus, I have got to say that placing you into the medical field was one of my best decisions. You are great with the patients."

"Oh yeah?" I laughed, pulling a box out of my pocket.

"Yeah." She watched my hand, "Those are still contraband, so long as you are on the Mother of Invention."

"Calm down. I'm not actually going to light it." I sat down next to her, watching a monitor that skimmed through some sort of code, "Which coding software do you use?"

"Not one you can find on anything else." She laughed, "I do not have a name for it, yet, but it is currently pretty hard to hack."

"Well, that's good."

"Yeah. Real relief when you are the one in charge of keeping documents safe." She sighed, "Hate being the only operating system, here.

"FILSS not helping out?" I raised an eyebrow to her.

"You mean the training AI I am stuck programming?" She gave a short laugh, "Yeah. She is a big help, what with being inoperable and all."

"Hey, Kappa?" Nevada spoke up, directing our attention toward him, "You don't happen to have any extra data to give me, do you?"

"Many apologies." She broke eye-contact with the man, her attention returning to the many monitors, "Not much has happened since the last Insurrection. Later in the project, though, I will have a significant amount of information for you."

"Should I even ask?" I rest my head against the wall.

"No." Nevada sighed.

"Information exchange of Project Freelancer." Kappa glanced over at me, "Meaning if you tattle on Nevada for having access to documents, I will personally tell the Director that you used him as a cover-up."

"You're planing on rebelling?" My eyes went back and forth between the two.

"No." She let out an exhausted sigh, "Just keeping tabs. The Director is behaving as is, but I do not trust that the Project will keep its purity forever."

"What's with the formal talk, anyway?" I laughed.

"The Director does not appreciate when I use slang or contractions." She gave me a serious look, "Claims that by acting like others I will become like others. Formality is his idea of keeping me pure. Once he gets Allison back, though, I shall be of no use to him."

"If he created you, then how come it's taking him longer to get Allison?" I couldn't help but ask that. I mean, seriously! Is no one else thinking this?

"That is because I am a mistake." She lowered her head a bit, "A malfunction, if you will. The Director wants no errors when Allison returns, but for his own 'flesh and blood' he is fine with flaws."

"And how is it that you're a 'mistake.'" Someone shut me up. I'm gonna make a small child cry.

"I am unable to follow rudimentary procedures, for one thing." She sunk into the space she had been seated at, now staring at the ceiling, "My... makeup... does not correlate with whatever body I am put in. I was supposed to be able to experience the senses of taste, touch, and smell. Love how that worked out." She gave a short laugh, "And I have to be plugged into a physical database if I want to go into a different body. That is just too much time consumption."

"Um..." I bit my tongue for a moment, really not wanting to make anything worse. "I'm sorry for mentioning it."

"It is fine." She sighed, "I do not mind telling these stories. Just helps people learn from others' mistakes."

"Good night?" Nevada spoke up.

"I could use a rest, too." She sighed, rolling off of the bed, "My batteries are almost at empty."

"And you're going to charge yourself, how?" I couldn't help but ask.

"There is an outlet underneath your bed." She muttered, "I can just use that, as of now."

"Don't break anything."

"Promise. I will not." And with that, the three of us just rested in what seemed like an awkward silence. Damn... I really miss home.

Not very much... I'm sorry ;-;. There's a long time gap between what I want to write and where we're at now, so please forgive me!