"Daddy, wake up. Wake up." I heard Cindy struggle to shake me awake.

"Daddy, mommy told me to wake you up. You have to go get your suit. That's what mommy said."

"Ok, I'm up I'm up. Thanks Cindy." I replied.

Mommy? Oh yeah, Cindy started calling Sally mommy. Well, I almost forgot what happened yesterday. Some crazy bastard tried to kill me, probably was going to try to sell Cindy to some splicer's. I'm glad I put him down. Don't want that happening anymore, now do we.

I got up and headed off to my room. I looked under my bed and found my lock box. I pulled it out and opened it. I grabbed my 5 inch switch blade. I carry it for last resort defense. I grabbed my revolver too just in case. Can't be too careful when most of the population wants to rob or kill you (kinda like Detroit. LoL jk) so I locked the box back up and shoved it under my bed.

As I left the apartment I saw Amy walking around in the hallway. She looked pretty confused. She saw me and her helmet turned pink.

"Um, Amy, we live in 2b. ok?" I reminded her. She always forgets.

I went on my way to HQ engineering. I walked in and was greeted by a wall of hot air. I walked in and rang the service bell. A grease monkey looking clerk popped up and didn't seem happy to see me.

"We're closed!" he yelled at me.

"I'm here to get my suit." I replied to him.

"I said we are closed! Get lost!"

"Just give me my damn suit and I can get out of this little craphole!"

"If you don't leave now I'm going to weld your arms together."

I pulled out my revolver and flashed it at him. It was an officer only model. He was shocked. He ran into the back and wheeled out a cart. It had my suit on it. I grabbed it and gave him the money I owed. I pulled it on and looked at it. They had cleaned it. I liked the way it was charred and worn out. But no not now, it was all shiny and polished. But then again, it got a new paintjob. It looked like a World War 2 bomber.

I walked out and people were wowing at my paintjob. Apparently it is a select paint style. No one else can have it. That sounded kinda like a dog tag style thing. You know, if they find a dead guy they can identify him from his paintjob.

I walked in to the Box, and everyone was amazed at my new look. I got some ammo and left. I walked back home. As I entered the living room, Cindy got scared and ran behind the couch.

"Mommy! Monster!" she cried.

Sally ran out and stuck out the freshly polished needle in my face.

"Sally… Don't tap the glass, it scares me." I said jokingly.

She lowered the needle and laughed.

"Why do you look like that?" she asked.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys." I mumbled.

I explained everything to her and she seemed to understand. Sentry arrived from a walk with Suzy and Bobby, who have been having a lot more "Play dates". Me and Sally explained everything, he didn't understand it as much.

Just then I got a buzz on my pager. I checked it and it said to report to HQ CSI unit. They were interrogating the lone survivor of the group that attacked me, however he didn't attack me. Everyone wanted to come along. So we all headed off.

Once we got there I was greeted by Eleanor, who was surprised when the whole team came in.

"Oh, Good. Ace we have him and we… wait. Why are they here?" Eleanor asked.

"Well, everyone wanted to see this guy." I replied.

We walked into a room with a 1 way window. We could see two agents asking the guy questions.

"I told you, there's one guy left in the ring. He lives in an old jail not far from here." The alpha told the agents.

"Well, then you are going to bring our officer's there." The agent instructed.

"Ok." He replied.

He seemed surprised that I had officer paint now. He took us to a bathysphere and we all entered it. It sank and we prepared ourselves for the long ride to the prison. Sally lay down on the bench with her head on my lap looking up at me. It got tense after a few minutes so I took my helmet off and set it down.

The other alpha looked at me somewhat jealous, but horrified at the same time. I guessed that he never saw someone remove their helmet. Soon after Sally and Sentry pulled their helmets off too.

This is the story of Sally and a few trainee big sisters.

"Ok ladies. Gather round!" Sally shouted to her trainees.

The group gathered into a chatty circle, with Sally in the middle.

"Ok, you'll have to know how to use incinerate. It's the most basic skill of the Big sister."

Sally lit her hand on fire and the group was amazed. She tossed the ball of flame to a trainee who caught it. But she tossed it to another trainee, and the all started to toss it around. It hit Sally and she fell over.

"This is going to be harder than I thought." She mumbled as she rose back up.

The next course was the use of the syringe. Sally was showing the group how to drain ADAM from a living splicer when a trainee fainted. It wasn't even a real body. It was just a dummy.

"Ok, take her to the corner and wait for her to wake up." Sally instructed a trainee.

Next was harvesting from a dead body. This time a real body was delivered. It was a spider splicer. The first one most trainees have seen.

"Now, go for right under the ribcage." Sally said.

This time the same trainee who fainted threw up on the body, and Sally considering how close she was.

"Good god! You need to learn to take this. Wait until you see a live one." Sally exclaimed to the trainees.

One of them pointed behind her. Sally turned around and saw the spider splicer up and wiping vomit off his shirt. Her helmet turned redder than it already was.

"You are going to die!" Sally yelled at the splicer.

"AHHHHH! Help me!" the splicer cried as he ran out of the building.

She threw 2 fireballs which hit the splicer, but he fell into a puddle and fled the base.

The next and final lesson is interactions with little sisters. The class had to do a lap around HQ obstacle course, with a little sister in their basket. Most of the trainees could do it but a few spilled, causing the little sister to cry. And if that happened they had to restart. Sally led the group with Cindy in her arms. She finished in 20 minutes 13 seconds. The highest score of the class was 30 minutes and 57 seconds.

Sally's trainees graduated top of this year's batch. Sally was proud and thanked multiple times by her class. But the conductor asked Sally to do it again next year. Sally handed him a resignation note and walked home with Cindy.

"Oh, hey Sally, Cindy. How was your day?" Ace asked.

"I don't want to talk about it…" Sally mumbled as she hugged him.

Attention people! I am now willing to accept any story ideas and requests you want to make. Goodbye. And remember, tune in next time or I'll release my splicer army…