Week 2 – UDC 7

Healthy

"You be careful out there."

Her tone was the first thing he noticed as he opened the front door that morning, and it made him pause. Had she ever sounded that worried before, or was it just the day, and the morning news of more mayhem than usual on her mind? Slowly, he turned and looked at her, and then nodded. "Of course."

"You're not just saying that, are you, Alex?"

"No. I'm not just saying that. I'm always careful."

The 'as careful as a cop could be on the streets of Detroit in the middle of a crime wave' part of it went unsaid.

Injured

The call came around 6PM that evening and she was so stunned, she nearly burned her hand on the frying pan. Staring down at what she'd been making for dinner, Nancy let the words of the person on the other end roll over her. Then they stopped talking, waiting for her to say something in reply. A full minute went by before she acknowledged them again, voice still not trustworthy as she turned the burners off. Then she hung up the phone and went to bundle up her son to take him to his grandparents.

Dinner was left forgotten on the stove.

Sick

It was the first time Jimmy had gotten sick since… well, since before that day when their lives had turned upside down and inside out. Nancy tried to smile as she watched him eat soup with glazed eyes, but couldn't. She kept remembering another night, spent at home with a sick child, and yelling at her husband when he finally got off shift that he was never around when they needed him.

Now he really wasn't around, and all she wanted to do was fall into his arms and take it back.

Stressed

When push came to shove, Chip Chaykin did the only thing he could think of: grab the pushy woman police officer and threaten to sedate her with the sedative unless every last police officer stood by while he went on his merry way and ran far, far away from this mess he'd helped create.

He was so busy worrying about Robocop and the other officers that he forgot about the one in his arms and was completely unprepared for her twisting in his grip and turning the tables on him.

Frustrated

It was madness, everything that had happened to her in the last three days, Diana reflected as she both looked the Chairman in the eye and slowly put the power grid back in order. The Chairman hadn't said a word yet to her as he looked around the room, apparently taking everything in. Then he focused on her, sitting in the flux, staring back at him tiredly. "Hi."

"Miss Powers?" he asked, finally, recognizing her.

Sighing needlessly, Diana proceeded to explain what she knew of how she'd ended up interfaced with a computer. Which wasn't much, as she'd gone from being falsely praised for finding something in paperwork one moment, to being murdered for her brain the next.