After Colony: Revelation

Verse XI

"Good to see you boys—oh, and you Noin—again!" Howard called out with a wide smile. He stood, half leaning, on the ramp to his ship—Swift Trillion—waiting for them to board. A few of the Maganac were loading their Gundams on to the huge ship. "Are these the two young ladies you were talking about, Quatre?"

"Isabella," said the blonde girl nervously, throwing her hand out to greet the ship's owner/captain.

"Oh," Howard replied, taking her hand and shaking it, "pleasure to meet you, Isabella. Is, ah, everything okay?"

Her behavior was jittery, and her smile was entirely forced. It was easy to see that something was wrong. "I don't like boats," she replied, "they make me sick."

"Well, sweet heart," laughed the gray haired man, "good thing she ain't just a boat. The Swift Trillion is a true ship."

He couldn't have been more accurate. It was a cross between a cruise liner and an aircraft carrier, meant to fool CSO scouts. The exterior was lined with windows, looking like a floating hotel. In fact, there were very few rooms. It was set up as concealment for mobile suits. "Tallgeese and Sparta are currently in a haven near your target. I have to unload them if I wanted to try to fit seven full Gundams inside."

Quatre was quick to respond, "It's more like six and three quarters. I need to finish the repairs to Red Horse—if you've received my deposit."

"Sure did. All parts are in the repair hangar. I can have my men lend a hand and—"

Edan violently shook her head.

"—okay, or not. Well, all aboard."

000

"Quite the group you've compiled," Howard said casually, walking up behind Heero and leaning on the railing overlooking the deck. Isabella and Duo had just done something to make Wufei furious, as usual, and stomp away. Quatre and Trowa were lending their aid to Edan, who wouldn't let anyone but the pilots even look at Red Horse's design. Zechs and Noin were nowhere to be found.

"Hn."

"You know, I noticed something odd about the parts Quatre had me requisitioned. Some of them are parts that should be hard to come by—parts that have to reason to be frequently manufactured. They are typically used in biological warfare. Red Horse seems to take it as part of its engine unit, which may not be all that strange since the reactors need such strong filtration… What concerns me is how easy it was to get a hold of. I know the other CSO suits need the part, so why would they be popping up in the black market to frequently?" Howard rubbed the back of his neck.

Heero did not respond, but he hadn't really expected him to say anything about it. The pilots had all seen the blue prints, and no one had been particularly alarmed at anything they found. While the design was certainly different from their slightly outdated models, neither Red Horse nor White Horse appeared to be any more dangerous than the Gundams.

"Well, I have faith in you boys. If you guys want to do something, you always manage to do it. You have allies in strange places," the older man sighed. "We will enter the hot zone in approximately five days, assuming we don't take long picking up the other two suits. As soon as they catch on, your girl here is going to set up Empty Space so that the doll system can't target Swift Trillion. We'll follow behind, after you've cleared the danger, and load up the patients to get to Sanc."

Heero barely blinked. "Relena is expecting us within two weeks."

"I don't foresee any problems, as long as we stay hidden on any lurking radars," Howard sighed. He tapped the railing and smiled a bit, turning around. "Try not to enjoy yourself too much."

000

"No. I'm sorry, but that simply isn't possible."

"Why would I make up such stories?" Wufei crossed his arms and scowled at the blonde girl. She had cornered him to ask him why he had gone into Edan's room.

"I don't know. Perhaps to hide the fact that you never actually apologized to her in the first place," she replied from her position in front of him. Isabella was popping some motion sickness pills to keep from becoming ill.

"I do not need to listen to this." Marching away from her, Wufei went to return to his solitude on a windy, top deck.

"What was that about?" Duo walked into the hallway from his explorations. He was chewing on an apple.

"Wufei says he made Edan laugh. He is surely lying. I've never heard her laugh, not in over half a decade, at least. I highly doubt she'd laugh, while mute, at Wufei," replied Isabella, staring at the Chinese male's back with a grimace as he stomped away. Then she looked at Duo. "My. God. Why are you always eating?"

000

"Everyone ready?" Quatre connected to all nine pilots. Four were on a much smaller ship that Howard's buddy was captaining. Red Horse, White Horse, Tallgeese, and Sparta were all lying motionless under tarps, waiting to take off. The five Gundam boys were in similar positions on Swift Trillion—though Sandrock was in the launch hatch, a few decks below, since his thermal cape was to be left behind and not discarded in the water like the others.

"Roger," replied Noin, who had taken control while on the other ship. "Ready for takeoff."

She was quite enjoying being back in the pilot's seat after so long.

"Then let's go." Sandrock rocketed from the opening, dropping into the water for a moment before heading into the air. One by one, the Gundams started to head into their battle, leaving Swift Trillion behind.

It was a fifteen minute flight before the Isle of Man's Research Facility's guards caught sight of them and prepared for their battle. Most were mobile dolls, but there were some Seal suits keeping guard. Heero had no doubt that the soldiers stationed there were terrified. There were not only five rebel Gundams and two GMS prototypes, but two of their own CSO Gundams coming directly at them.

Surprisingly, there wasn't too much resistance.

Well, it was either that, or it was just easier with all of the extra help. That could have very well been true, but it wasn't all that likely.

For the first time, they got to witness White Horse's attacking power.

She was strong—strong enough that the CSO dolls couldn't take her down. However, she was designed for long ranged attacks, and couldn't get too close to the battle, lest she be unable to defend herself. Red Horse, on the other hand, was cutting down one after another, getting almost recklessly close to the numerous dolls, risking being overwhelmed.

Something seemed to be making her fight harder than before.

"Isabella," Heero said over the intercom, "control her."

"I'm trying! She's just not listening!" the blonde woman shouted angrily.

"Why would you want to stop her?" Chang asked. "She's fighting by her own will. She is driven." Because she had upped the ante, Wufei also went solo into the center of the doll troop. He had accepted the challenge.

"They'll provide a decent distraction," Trowa commented, aiming the arm of his suit at a doll that came his way. "Now would be a good time to disable the security of the building."

"Already on it." Isabella withdrew some distance from the battle and centered her attention to the connection to the internal security system. "Duo, keep me covered."

"Do I have to? I really wouldn't mind seeing you uncovered…"

"Maxwell," Heero's voice sounded, causing the braided fool to frown.

"Yeah, yeah, I've got it, no problem," he mumbled in response, "I'll be on ya like crabs to a hooker."

There was silence. Apparently, the other pilots didn't find humor in his analogy.

"It's a joke guys, a joke, ha, ha?" Duo said loudly, and rather flatly, "…lighten—up."

Zechs and Noin reached them at that moment, thankfully relieving them of the awkward air. "The South entrance is clear," reported the woman, "only two suits, and they were taken out quickly. It may be the best way for us to get in, as planned, or it may just be a trap."

"Only two?" Deathscythe thrust upwards and sliced a metallic black doll in half, "sounds like a trap…"

"Maybe, but it's still the most direct route to the subject wing. We're going to have to go through anyhow." Isabella pulled up the maps on the unengaged pilots' screens (meaning all pilots, minus Wufei and Edan; it was up on Trowa's for only a moment before he took off to block the entrance of a hangar that had just opened from the ground). "We just need to cut out all power except for the emergency generator, so that most communication is shut down. The facility will be mostly dark, and we should have the benefit, since there will be more civilians than soldiers inside."

"Alright," said Zechs, "Noin and I will go destroy all communication towers."

"Quatre, you come with Isabella and I," directed Wing Zero's pilot, "Duo, you go to the eastern entrance. The control room is there. You can cut the power, get the files, and then meet with us for prisoner rescue." No one wasted any time arguing. Instead, each pilot broke off to their respective directions.

Red Horse and Altron were still off in their own little world. Heavyarms was successfully keeping dolls from making their way to the battleground. Noin and Zechs were going from one scattered communication tower to another.

Sandrock, White Horse, and Wing Zero were discarded for the time being, their pilots running to the unguarded southern entrance.

"It's locked," said Heero, with no inflection in his voice.

Isabella rolled her eyes and bitterly replied, "Well yeah. Did you expect to just walk right in?"

"You didn't bring your laptop, and it's not a key code. How are we getting in?" Quatre asked. Heero pulled out his gun and aimed for the card slot. The young lady quickly grabbed him.

"Don't do that…you'll just destroy our only way in," she warned slowly, encouraging him to put the gun down. "I will handle this." Cautiously, Isabella walked to the swipe section. From her pocket, she withdrew a familiar, long cord with caps at each end. Popping off one cap, she pushed her hair to the side and plugged it into her skull, causing Quatre to wince. The other side was delicately placed into the center of the slot. "There are connections in most card swipes. It's the best way to bypass the system. Usually you'd need a computer. It's used for maintenance."

After about ten minutes, she was still working.

"You still haven't managed to open the door? Typical…" Wufei and Edan had stopped fighting to join the rescue. "We've destroyed all of the mobile dolls. Once the communication towers were knocked out, they stopped coming. We've decided to fight here now."

"Sure, sure," Isabella said casually, "Edan just wanted to get in faster to Nathaniel."

"Who?"

"He's a soldier who was put into the enhancement program with Edan years ago. Nathaniel Anderson. Her first love," sighed Isabella, making the statement sound extremely mushy. There was then a beeping. "Wonderful. We're in. All outside doors are now open. Duo should also be able to get in now."

Heero grabbed the handle, twisted, and threw it open.

"We just go through the entryway, make a right, and then break open the door to the cell room. Shouldn't be too hard," muttered Isabella, who disconnected from the cord. "Lead the way. I'm unarmed. I would prefer to be in the middle of the group."

Heero was ready to lead, but the silent woman didn't even hesitate to push passed him and start their attack. Heero and Quatre had not realized that she was carrying a weapon. When they saw it was holstered at her side, it was a surprise to them.

As they reached the door, the lights all went off. Duo managed to cut the power, apparently.

"This door's electronic security is already disabled. You boys just have to force it open now." Isabella stepped back to let the three men work.

"Need some help?" Zechs walked up to the group as they looked around for some sort of leverage. "Noin and Barton are handling things outside."

"We need to get the door opened," answered Quatre desperately. "Something metal to get the hinges dislodged."

There was a following silence.

"How about some C4," asked the former OZ colonel. The pilots stared at him. "Really? Not a single one of you thought to bring some explosives?"

"Well…" Quatre's brows were furrowed, but he answered, "we weren't sure if we'd end up in the line of fire, and we didn't want to be carrying explosives if that were the case. What would have happened if we accidentally harmed a patient?"

"Fair enough. Move aside." He did not try to argue over whether or not he should be carrying the C4; he just set it in front of the door.

Everyone moved back a safe distance while Zechs withdrew a detonating device. He readied it, a red, blinking light signaling its calibration. Pressing it, it was only a moment before the C4 exploded. The dust cleared and Heero went to the door, pulling the metal that barely hung to the hinges away. He hadn't even managed to force it open enough for someone to get through when Edan stepped up and twisted herself to fit through the gap.

"Impatient woman," Wufei growled and decided to help Wing Zero's pilot. The sound of metal on metal could be heard as the door scraped against the floor.

When they could finally enter, they were greeted with a horrible surprise.

"What… what is this?"

All of the prisoners were out of their cells. They stood in perfect lines—eight across, nine back. They were dressed in white patient garb, and all with shaved heads.

There was absolute silence in the room. Edan's footsteps could be heard as she walked up to one and stared him down. Their eyes were opened, and each colored set looked exactly like Edan's. Lifeless.

"Oh no," Isabella whispered, "no, no, no, no…"

"What are they doing?" Zechs stood behind the hacker woman. "Why are they just standing there?"

"They've been activated," she replied, her features revealing her struggle to stay calm. "These are failed experiments. They should never have been used. Their control chips aren't finished, and their minds are fragile. Now…I can't fix them like I did for Duo or Edan. No one can. We can't save them."

"So we've come here for nothing," Wufei muttered. "Such a waste."

"What do we do?" Heero snapped his fingers in front of a woman, seeing if there was a reaction. Nothing.

"We need to back out very slowly. They're very temperamental. I'm surprised the C4 didn't—Edan, no!"

The silent woman withdrew her gun and placed it to the patient's head in front of her. She pulled the trigger.

Suddenly, all of the patients started moving.

Growling.

Foaming at the mouth.

"They're attacking! Let's get out of here!" Quatre shouted.

"Woman!" Wufei snapped. "Come back here!"

Edan just made her way further into the crowd, shooting as she went.

"Edan! Stop! Stop!" Isabella cried out.

Zechs placed his hand on her shoulder. "Let her go. Don't you see what she's doing?"

Heero withdrew his own gun. "She's putting them out of their misery."

The patients were shrieking, hissing, trying to rip the pilots to shreds…it made Isabella think of the old zombie films she had seen. She was really glad Duo wasn't there—

"Zombies!"

Speak of the devil.

Duo was on top of a balcony that over looked the patients. "They're honest-to-God zombies!" The patients turned their attention to the new pilot. There was a set of stairs that was quickly overwhelmed with white clad patients. Duo pulled out his gun and started shooting his attackers.

There were seventy-two patients overall. Ten were on the ground, not moving. One by one, they continued to drop as the pilots (minus Isabella and Wufei, who were unarmed) ended the suffering of the pained projects.

"Woman!" Wufei shouted, punching a patient in the stomach when he stacked, knocking the patient to the ground. "Woman! Woman! Edan!"

Finally, she turned around.

Wufei was shocked to see that she had an expression. She looked like she wanted to cry. Raising her gun to Wufei's level as a patient crossed their path, she shot the patient between the eyes, causing him to fall into the pilot.

While he tried to move out of the way, he was suddenly tackled by two women. "Their strength! It's unnatural!" He twisted one off of him, but it was difficult to bring himself to hit the other woman. Luckily, Edan was indifferent to the task.

With six pilots shooting down the patients, it wasn't much of a lasting battle. Wufei wasn't shooting (he was opposed to guns in close combat fights, and his sword was in his suit,) so he was simply keeping them at bay.

However, as he was dealing with another woman, who had grabbed Edan by the back of her head and grasped her hair, a male came up behind him with a metal rod he had pried off of one of the cell walls. He hit Wufei in the back of the head.

Wufei fell to his knees, letting go of the woman and bracing his head. "Damn!" He gritted his teeth and tried to turn around, but was met with a blow to his shoulder—then to his other, and then to his arm. The male raised the pipe above his head, a twisted grin plastered to his face. "Woman! Give me your gun!"

Edan turned around and was about to hand it over—but froze when she saw the attacker. A pained expression crossed her features—as if to say, "oh no," or "even you?" Wufei looked back at the patient, who was looking at the silent woman. He read the stitched-on name tag on the left side of the man's chest.

N. Anderson.

With a mix between a laugh and a choke, he brought the pipe down.

It never hit. Edan shot the patient in the head.

And then she stopped. She stood for a moment, then reached out and offered her hand to Wufei, her head bowed as she stared at the bleeding body.

He accepted with his uninjured arm, and she pulled him up. "Come on," he said and tried to pull her away. She pried herself from his grasp and just stood, gazing down at the fallen patient. "Don't do this!" He took Edan's hand and roughly pulled her away, back towards the group.

"Noin just got in touch with me," Zechs called out, discarding his now empty weapon. "There are more suits coming. We need to get out of here!"

"Ah! Ah! I've been bitten! Oh god! I've been bitten!"

"Duo! Get your ass down here! We've got to run!" Isabella shouted from her spot, some distance away from him.

He forced his way down the stairs. In the end, there were a few patients left over. But with no bullets left, there was no way to humanely put them out of their misery. They had to be left alone, forced back into their cells.

The slightly injured party went running (Wufei was still dragging Edan out by the wrist) back to the front of the facility.

"I can't believe we couldn't save anyone," mumbled Duo, "but at least I got the proof we needed. I downloaded as much security feed as I could. I stole some more backup discs too. Hope that's enough."

When they made it outside, there were explosions. The facility was being destroyed—it was being self-destructed.

With that realization, Edan stopped and tried to go back in.

"Damn it woman!" Wufei snapped, grabbing Edan's waist and forcing her forward, "let it go. We have to get out of here!" He dragged her a few yards, before she started moving on her own. Wufei let her go, but still kept hold of her wrist so that she couldn't try to run as soon as he released her. "We're going to our suits!"

Wing Zero, Sandrock, and White Horse were the closest, right outside of the research facility. Isabella reached hers first, grabbing the lift cable to take her up to the cockpit. She sat down and pulled up her communication line. "I'll cover Wufei and Edan."

Quatre and Heero reached their suits as well, each covering either Zechs or Trowa. "There's no point in sticking around," said Quatre, "we need to escape, back to Swift Trillion. We can expose CSO, and start a revolution! We'll take our first major steps towards freedom!" He seemed to be forcing himself to concentrate on the good, since most of their mission had been a failure.

"Listen to me," Wufei placed his hands on either side of Edan's shoulders, "what is done, is done. You must be strong now, or it is all a waste. Swear that you are not going to try to run back into the base." She just stared to the side. He shook her, causing her to look up at him. "Swear it, woman!" She nodded. "I will watch you go up to your cock pit. I will go to Nataku only after."

Edan nodded reluctantly, but went to her lift cable as well.

Shaking his head and muttered to himself about frustrating women, Chang also returned to his suit.

"Isabella," Heero replied over the com, "can you put up the cloaking device to throw off the dolls while we escape?"

"Yes," Isabella sighed, "just hold them off so I can get my block going."

"Roger," Heero replied.

"Guys," Noin joined them, using her gun to shoot down dolls coming towards them, "I cut off the communication lines, but they're still coming. I'm guessing that they must have been programmed to attack after you entered the base. Maybe they were hoping to destroy everyone inside."

"So they were waiting for us," Zechs growled, raising his tuning fork-like blaster and shooting an approaching doll. "How did they know we were coming?"

"We're going to have to think about that later," added Duo, who had just reached his own suit. "Time to get back to the ship." He launched into the air first, and Trowa took off after him. Isabella put up the block and launched.

"As long as we can get far enough away from the thermal detectors, the dolls can't follow," said White Horse's pilot. She caught up with Duo, who turned around to protect the young lady from an attacking doll.

Noin and Zechs caught up, as did Heero. Quatre got into the air, only after a bit of a struggle with some enemies.

"Edan, get off the ground. Now," demanded Heero. She 'apparently' didn't 'hear' him. "Wufei…"

"Woman! We're not stupid enough to leave you for last. Join the others, or I will drag you up myself," Wufei shouted.

Edan had been in a close combat fight with a doll. Hearing Wufei, she stabbed the doll and looked at Altron. Red Horse slowly launched into the air and went to join the others.

"She actually listens to you," Heero commented after temporarily closing the line down. He was speaking only to Wufei. "It's useful."

"If that is what you believe," replied Chang, who also left the ground. "I do not like running from a battle. If we are leaving, then let us leave." He turned, and only Wing Zero was left on the ground.

000

"Well, this turned out to be a disaster," Duo commented, sitting back on the deck and taking a swig of his beer. When they returned empty handed, Howard had known something went wrong. He pulled out the alcohol without even being asked.

"All those people…" Quatre would have been drinking with everyone else, had his religion permitted it. However, he could not. He was forced to stare at the bottle of scotch that Trowa was pouring from.

Isabella was leaning on a table, her head on her arm, staring at a beer she couldn't drink. The taste, for her first, was horrible. "I never thought they would activate the patients like that. I just…" She sighed and used her other hand to play with her hair.

"We have to expose CSO if we want this to not be in vain," added Trowa, setting the bottle down the table next to him. He had originally hoped to snag the whiskey, but Noin and Zechs had taken it before returning to their room.

"Here's some more. Had to dig this out of hiding. Some of the guys kept getting into my stuff…" Howard sat down under the covered desk. Another few bottles of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and some wine had arrived. "Where's Heero? Edan?"

"No idea," mumbled Duo, "maybe they've turned into zombies." He had nursed his bite wound, but continuously looked at it, as if he expected some sudden change in flesh color.

"For the last time," Isabella groaned, "they weren't zombies. You aren't going to turn into one!"

"Heero's getting in touch with Relena to tell her about the change in plans," Quatre replied, tilting his empty water glass, causing the ice to hit the sides. Trowa reached across the tabletop to hand him a bottle of water. "Edan seemed to just want to be left alone outside."

"Fools," Wufei muttered as he walked into the room. He went to the table that Isabella sat at and grabbed two glasses while she glared back up at him.

"Haven't you just become so buddy-buddy with her," she snapped, "and here I thought she was just a woman."

"Youare just a woman," he replied bitterly. Wufei picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels and left the group behind.

"Would it be too presumptuous to say that Wufei has become rather attached to Miss Edan?" Quatre asked with a raised brow as he sipped his now refilled glass.

"I'd say that's pretty accurate," answered Trowa, "I dare say that he prefers her to us most of the time."

"In the end, he's still just a guy. He's found a woman who can keep up with him and can fight for the same justice. He's probably completely smitten," Duo laughed, but quickly pouted when everyone looked at him in disbelief. "Okay. I'm not sure about smitten, but you have to admit, I'm half right."

There were a few moments of silence.

"He should have met her when she was still stubborn and hard to control," Isabella mumbled and put her head back down, "maybe he wouldn't have liked her so much."

000

Wufei took a seat next to Edan without asking and quietly poured her a glass of whiskey. She took it and brought it to her mouth, not giving him so much as a glance.

The pair sat silently, staring out over the dark ocean, illuminated by just the thick, crescent moon. "I must ask for a favor," he said, his voice showing his discomfort with asking, "I believe my shoulder has been displaced from the pipe."

Edan looked at him, her light green eyes reflecting in the moonlight (temporarily catching him off guard, since even he had to admit that they would have possibly been her most attractive feature, had they not always looked so lifeless). She nodded and pointed towards a spot right in front of her, indicating for him to sit.

Placing their drinks on the permanently bolted-in-place table between them, Wufei stood and sat down directly in front of Edan's chair, cross legged. She leaned forward, her own legs on either side of his torso, and placed her hands on his shoulder. She felt around for a moment, finding the dislocation, and choosing the best way to apply pressure.

Wufei closed his eyes and exhaled, bracing himself for the discomfort he was sure to feel. When he tried clearing his mind, his thoughts went to the feminine hands pressing against his skin. They calloused from fighting, but warm and much smaller than his own hands. Frowning, he tried to shake the thought. Instead the repressed memory of walking into the woman's bathroom floated back to him. He opened his eyes, ready to tell Edan to forget the whole thing, when she smoothly popped his shoulder back into place.

Inhaling sharply with a groan, he stood quickly, rotating his arm a few times. "You killed that soldier—the one you had feelings for," Wufei said after a few moments.

Edan picked up her drink and took a deep gulp as Wufei took his seat back. She could apparently feel the burn of the alcohol, by the expression she made. It did not stop her from taking another gulp, and then another.

"You could have tried to save him."

She finished the drink and she shook her head, picking up the notebook she carried with her from beneath her chair. Flipping her notebook open on her lap, she help a pen in one hand and her glass in another.

It was him or you.

"Hm," Wufei hummed, "what if you made the wrong choice?"

I could save you. He was gone.

"What about all of the others?"

I did the only thing I could.

Wufei reached up and rubbed his shoulder. It was stiff, but at least it wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as before. "You knew those people, didn't you? It wasn't just him."

She did not respond. Her head was slightly bowed with her hair covering her face from his view.

"It's acceptable to grieve. What CSO has done is a monstrosity, and your actions were honorable. You gave those you cared about a humane end."

Edan turned to look at him, her mouth slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something.

"I do not see it as weakness if you want to cry," he replied, seriously. Even he had shed tears on occasion. "You have my permission."

Almost instantly, tears started to flow down her cheeks. Apparently, she was shocked at her own emotion. She quickly looked away from Wufei, the notebook sliding to the ground. Leaning forward, Edan placed her elbows on her legs and her head into her palms. As she continued to cry, her shoulders shook uncontrollably, but there was no sound.

Without thinking, Wufei reached his hand out to place it on her back—but he caught himself. He struggled internally for a few moments before settling anyhow. His hand rested on her right shoulder blade while he returned to his drink.

000

"Unbelievable," Isabella muttered dryly. She was peeking out of the doorway, Duo leaning over her, and Trowa leaning over him. "She's… crying."

"Maybe he wasn't lying when he said she was laughing that one time," Duo said, squeezing the blonde's arms. "She's like an entirely different person right now. I would not have expected that when we met her."

"It supports the idea that he is more attached to her than he would like us all to know," added Trowa, bringing his hand to his chin.

"Guys!" Quatre looked at them from his spot far away from the doorway. He was not spying on the other pair. "You shouldn't be so rude. He'll be very angry if he catches you, and then he'll leave her crying! Just sit back down!" Heavyarms's pilot was the first to turn back and join the pleading Quatre.

Isabella continued to watch for a few moments, her jaw clenched and a frown securely in place. She did not like what she was witnessing.

000

Author's Notes: I hope that was at least a little bit more action for you. The medical facility scene is that which sparked the entire story.

Thank you all for sticking with me thus far! It may be a while before I can update again… Please let me know what you think! I can try to squeeze out another before the convention I volunteer for comes up!

Ever your loyal servant,

A.F