"No, Winston. I will not allow it. She is just a child!"
Angela paced back and forth behind Winston, who was sitting at his computer desk.
"I don't like the idea of training her to fight either. But it's self defense. Talon has already attacked this place before. They might do it again."
Angela sighed, turning to the scientist.
"That was before we were reforming. They will think twice, ifwe go and pick up the agents, instead of just sitting around. We're supposed to be helping people, not sitting in an abandoned base in the desert."
She huffed, walking over to the window and looking out at the base.
"I'll go get Tracer. She's already picked out a landing place and everything. And she's been itching to come back and help ever since Mondatta. You, will stay here, because I doubt you would want to bring your surrogate daughter with you, and put
her in harms way."
He joked, getting up.
"Athena, prep the plane. We'll take off in an hour."
Angela turned back to Winston.
"Thank you. Do you want me to see if I can contact any of the other agents?"
Winston got the look of, I-didn't-think-about-that-oh-crap.
"Oh, uh... Sure? I was just going to let them..."
Angela smiled, walking over to his computer.
"Call first?" She finished, bringing up the list of agents.
"Yeah. Out of privacy, I guess." Angela adopted a slightly angry expression again.
"We cannot afford to wait. Every minute is a life we could havesaved. The faster, the better. Now head off, don't want to keep Tracer waiting." Winston coughed sort of awkwardly.
"But Ah... She doesn't know I'm coming?" Angela laughed, pressing send on a message.
"And now she does. Now get going." Winston nodded, and went off to put his armour and things on.
"Now, first thing first... Where is a chair?"
Abbie liked the view. Endless water, almost an ethereal blue. Like it was designed to be looked at, to be aesthetically pleasing. She was imterrupted from her thoughts by a voice over the intercom system.
"I thought I told you to go to bed."
Angela. Abbie thought that she'd be too busy looking up information, as she'd listened into Winston and Hers conversation. But Angela has kept a close eye on Abbie over the week that she'd been there.
"Couldn't sleep." She simply replied, not looking up from the sun that was slowly setting.
"Plus, it's like 8 o'clock. Only old people go to sleep this early." She heard Angela scoff in the microphone.
"It is nine o'clock, and sleeping right is good for your health. A bad sleep cycle is not good for you." Abbie sighed, standing up.
"Yes, mother. I'll be right to bed. One question, though." She said, the ghost of a smirk on her face.
"Sure, liebling, what is it?" Abbie knew she had her full attention now.
"You calling your girlfriend here first?" She had a full blown smile on her face after she said that. She didn't expect what came next, though.
"Ja, and I'm also going to ask her how to punish bad children. She hasn't had any of her own, but I'm pretty sure that being a soldier gives you a few good ideas." Abbie's smile instantly vanished after the Doctor said that.
"Right then, bed. Going now. No need to ask." She heard Angela hum in response.
"Your right! I can just tell her to train you when she gets here." Abbie paled.
"Uhh... No thanks, I'd rather learn how that Healy staff of yours works." Abbie knew Angela frowned.
"Cadcaeus Staff, honey. And sure! I'll show you tomorrow, hopefully. Now, off to bed. Goodnight, liebling." Angela switched the mic off before she could reply.
"Goodnight..." She started walking back to her room.
"You totally need kids of you own..."
