Epilogue
" How am I going to clean this shit up?" The administrator sighed, stubbing out a cigarette on her deck. There was a wall of television screens in front of her, displaying the various aspects of the mercenary base and the still living members inside. She'd always had access to the hidden security cameras, but she sometimes wished she didn't. This last week is one of those times.
When the mercenaries started messing around with a teleporter she's been nervous. She would have an assistant kill anyone who knew that, but it had most certainly made her nervous. Because when you start messing around with a teleporter you do shit like teleporting an alternate universe's female mercenaries into your base, and make a whole lot of trouble for administration. What, did half the freaking teams die? She didn't bother to keep track of the bodies.
The administrator had been nervous enough to send Miss Pauling to do damage control. She'd been vague of course, just do a regular check in, blah blah blah; she couldn't let on that she knew the situation. With such a stunning record of dependability the administrator thought Miss Pauling would do the right thing and slaughter all the mercenaries or do a mind wipe or something. She never dreamed she'd just hang around and make the situation worse. Clearly she'd seriously misjudged her choice of assistant.
Boredly, the administrator reached for a button on the corner of her desk. It lounged there like a squat, fat bug and it was nearly indispensable in her daily life. Her finger flicked down and pressed it gently.
" Madame?" A quiet male voice crept over an intercom the instant after.
" Yes, hello, I'm going to require a few services."
" At your command madame."
" I know. Anyway, I'm going to need you to run into the mercenary base and erase everyone's memories. Standard procedure, nothing fancy, and only the last week or two needs be removed. After that I want you to hire a new medic, engineer, and any other members of the team that may be missing. Provide them with papers listing them as replacements while the originals are on long term vacation. Got it?"
" Yes ma'am." There was a slight hesitation in his speech, and the administrator's mouth twitched upward toward a smile. She could tell the man wanted to ask questions so badly, but he'd been conditioned over the years not to. She'd seen to that.
" And one more thing. I'm going to need a new assistant."
" Uh, why madame, is not the Pauling girl still in your service?" Her icy silence was enough of an answer for him.
" Do it quickly." She snapped, and released the button.
Miss Pauling was certainly no longer going to be in her service. The administrator just wasn't sure to what degree she was going to punish Miss Pauling for her inadequacies. Whatever it was, it was going to be delightful to watch.