Chapter Ten: Home Sweet Base
Elisa didn't have many things to bring with her to the Base, and it wasn't long before the few personal possessions she had were brought to her room by a woman that only seemed to be four years older than herself. Short black hair, dark eyes behind glasses... and she seemed to be very task oriented. Not long after she had begun to open up and be friendly, she had received a call on a cell phone, and got a bit frustrated. She had dismissed herself shortly after to deal with what she called 'the usual routine'. This gave Elisa the time to put away her things in her new home.
She put the picture of her original training team on the nightstand. She knew that eventually some of them would come to be crossed off, as undoubtedly they had become Red Mercenaries. How long would it be before she began to hate the people she had once been back to back with in training drills? Before she would have to shoot comrades from her training group? She wasn't sure.
Among other items of her belongings were some cloths, various medical implements she had been allowed to keep by her original instructor, and a letter that she had received from Saxton Hale himself as a result of diligently writing of the problems with the training regime she had faced. He had the problems addressed not a month after sending the letter to her.
This, however, was not her most prized possession. During her time at the training facility, she had encountered a real Spy- not someone meant to be on the grounds of a training camp of any sort. She never knew if he had been Red or Blu. Each time she met with him his color was opposite the last. Despite this, she made it a point to interact with him in secret. After quite some months of helping the rouge along his way, he seemed to all but disappear. It was then Elisa had learned that a Demo she had known found out about her parley with someone from the outside. In his attempt to right the wrongs in a drunken rage, the Demo assailed her- only to be cut down from behind. It was the first time she had seen someone actually killed.
The spy, realizing what he had exposed his 'little Doctor' to, then preceded to trick with his knife. He spoke meaningful words, the kind that cut deeper than any blade ever could. And at the end of his short speech handed her the very knife that had ended her once comrade's life. She now held this knife in her hand. It's mystery still entrancing her from the inside out.
Glancing around the room as if to reconfirm that she was alone, Elisa began attempting to trick with the knife. Her movements were slow and deliberate, but in the end bore no fruit. When all was said and done, she quietly hid the knife in the drawer of the nightstand under some choice articles of clothing. It felt wrong to have it in the open- after all, that Spy could have easily been a Red.
Giving the inside of the drawer a once-over, Elisa realized again that she needed to change. It took some doing to switch out each article of bloodstained clothing, but it would be worth it. Not too long after she had finished settling into her fresh lab coat there was a knock at the door. Most likely the Engineer.