Chapter IV

About 30 miles outside of Phoenix, Arizona
8:30 AM

Holiday climbed out of the aircraft into the hanger. It's was only 8:30 and she already had a massive headache. She knew she'd have to run a toxicology on the silver liquid, and see if there was any more gas left in the canister she could test. She and Amelia headed down to the women's locker room, where they changed back into their civilian clothes. Holiday looked over at Amelia and noticed how beautiful she was.
Amelia was a blue eyed blonde with freckles all along her cheeks and nose. She was relatively tan, and had a small, petite frame. Amelia was very frail looking, and hadn't scored very high on her combat test, but had scored enough to pass.
Holiday finished buttoning up her shirt and headed to her lab. Amelia entered the lab a minute later with an aspirin in one hand and a water bottle in the other.

"I thought you'd might have a headache by now," Amelia said as she laid out the aspirin and water for Holiday, who gratefully accepted.

"Thanks," Holiday thanked her assistant and began marking down all of the tests she wanted done. "I think I want to see if there is anything left in the canister before we do anything else, but I need to do that alone. I think I want you to prep the GC on the silver liquid to see if it's identifiable. Also, order an autopsy on those dead bodies,"

"Who do you want to preform the autopsy?" asked Amelia, who had taken out a clipboard and began to file out all the tests Holiday wanted done.

"I'll do the autopsies. We want this to be a by-the-book case, and that's why I had you order it," Holiday answered.

"Okay. Good luck with the canister," Amelia nodded.
Holiday took the canister and moved down into the airless chamber. It had no air, and mimicked space. She put on the suit and grabbed the gas glass, which held any gas emptied into the chamber.
Holiday entered the chamber and opened up the canister. A small amount of a slightly green gas emptied out, and Holiday (with great difficulty) scooped it up into the gas glass and sealed the jar. She exited the chamber and placed the canister into the test baggie to see what else was on it. Holiday looked at her watch. 9:00. Amelia should have the GC set up.
Holiday went back into her lab, where Amelia was just finishing setting up the test.

"I got the autopsies ordered. All you have to do is accept. And I set up a second GC in case you wanted to test the canister," Amelia informed her boss.

"You know me so well. Okay. Let's get going," Holiday nodded and snapped on her gloves.
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About 30 miles outside of Phoenix, Arizona
11:45 AM

Calan sat at his desk, reviewing briefs on what went down in Florida. The only reason he even went with Rebecca was because they were partners, and he was just as responsible for her well-being as much as she was for his. That's how they got to know each other. They were partners first, friends second, lovers third, and were fast approaching being married.
Calan read about how, fortunately, five other critters were wrangled up by the deployed Providence team. They had killed all five of them, and were awaiting a special autopsy to be preformed by Dr. Rebecca A. Holiday. The animals killed all happened to be animals matching the recently deceased at Flyer in Miami. Beverly Holiday had managed to convince staff to send up all available files on those animals to assist Dr. Holiday preform the autopsy.
No injuries were received, except for a minor scratch when Rizzo tripped on his shoelaces and face-planted on the highway. Calan looked at the clock. 11:50. Lunch tended to be served at noon, and normally Calan walked down to the lab early to make sure Rebecca ate. He grabbed jacket and started towards the lab.

"Mind if I join you?" Six's voice caused Calan to jump.

"Not at all. I was just going to get Rebe-urm, Doctor Holiday to make sure she ate," Calan answered, recovering quickly.

"Congratulations," Six said after a moment.

"Come again?" Calan asked, surprised.

"Congratulations on your engagement to Holiday," Six said stiffly. "Many men would like to be in your position,"

"I know. She's a killer," Calan smiled. "Thanks,"
The two walked in silence for a minute.

"Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? You and Rex?" invited Calan. "It could be a catch-up time since we don't really get to interact much at work,"

"We'd love to," Six accepted after a beat.

"You're not even going to consult Rex?" Calan asked, confused.

"Free food. I already know he's in,"

A/N- DINNER PARTY! I'm going to start putting dates on my times in the beginning of sections, because I'm sure it will get confusing if I don't. Anyway, be on the lookout for friends of the past, and relationships of the future. I have already decided what I'm going to do with Rex and Amelia and Circe. Get ready for an explosion of teenage angst. Anyway, don't forget to review and PM me with any questions!

Thanks!
-Kate