When Amy finished school for the day, she expected it to go as it always did. After school, Vicky would take her home so she could change into her robes, then she would spend the rest of her time at the hospital until one of the nurses made her leave. Go to school, go to hospital, heal and repeat. Every once in a while the PRT would call in a favor to heal some of their officers, or fix up the Protectorate and Wards after a nasty fight. Overall, life was pretty boring since she didn't have any friends, outside of Vicky of course, but Amy couldn't complain.

Today was not one of those days. She was in the middle of history class, trying to avoid Dennis' bad puns, when the Principal called her name over the intercom, asking her to go and meet with the janitor. That meant a PRT van was waiting outside for her, which everyone in school knew. The school wasn't fooling anyone with their stupid codes, and not having a secret identity certainly helped with that.

Now she was stuck in between two fully armored PRT officers, their age and gender completely hidden by their visors and body armor. Vicky, who sat across from Amy, was leaning her head against the side of the van as their driver raced through the streets.

"So, is there any reason why we're breaking several traffic laws?" Amy blurted out after a nasty bump. The PRT really should add some type of seatbelt in the back of their vans.

"Director Piggot and Armsmaster will fill you in upon arrival." The officer to Amy's right answered, her voice rough and obviously being filtered through a voice changer.

"Uh ok." Well that was weird. All of the Ward's were in class, so unless Vista or Shadow Stalker were hurt, it must've been a member of the Protectorate. There was only one thing that Amy was certain of.

She was definitely going to need to sign a lot of NDA's when she was done.

Armsmaster was already waiting for them by the time they arrived. With his immaculate beard and spotless tinkertech armor, he looked the same as always and didn't give away anything with the expressions his exposed jaw could give.

"Panacea, Glory Girl, please follow me." He said as soon as they got off the van. Amy's legs felt like they were made of rubber, the driver pulled a few nasty turns and made sure to hit every single road bump.

"I did tell you not to skip leg day." Vicky smirked as she helped Amy walk behind Armsmaster, who seemed a bit too impatient.

"Shut up." Amy grumbled. Judging by the hallway Armsmaster was leading them down, they were heading towards the infirmary. Red lights flashed over and over again, and soon they stopped at a door guarded by two PRT officers, just as armored as the ones in the van.

"Please refrain from speaking about what you see in the room. HR will provide the necessary NDA once you are done with the treatment." Armsmaster motioned them in. Ah, so someone was injured. Was it someone important? "Glory Girl will have to wait out here."

"Yeah yeah. We know the drill." Vicky waved him off as she floated a few inches off of the ground. "I'll be right here when you're done Ames." She pointed her thumb toward a small chair down the hall.

Giving her sister a nod, Amy followed Armsmaster into the room. Her eyes immediately widened as she scanned the room. It was a bit bare, except for a single bed that held a girl with white hair with numerous machines attached to her. A few PRT medics ran around the room, some with bloodied bandages in hand, but they all moved away when they saw Amy's face.

"We barely managed to stabilize her." Armsmaster said simply. "It took our best medics along with some assistance from myself and Dragon. We're hoping that you'll be able to heal her enough to take her off of the machines."

"Who is she?" Amy walked toward the side of the bed. Dressed in a hospital gown, the girl was unnaturally pretty, her only blemish being a scar over one of her eyes.

"She appeared in my lab with a large wound in her side. It was partially cautizered which helped prevent her from bleeding out." Armsmaster said, ignoring Amy's question.

"I see. Well I can't exactly get her consent for healing since she's asleep right now-"

"The state will be handling such issues. You may heal her." Armsmaster interrupted her, which earned him a glare. Was she a Ward? Why else would the PRT be asking for such a favor?

"Very well." Amy turned her attention back to the attractive girl and gently touched her pale hand, closing her eyes. Let's see, none of her major organs were hit but-

What the hell? What was this? Who was she?

There were so many things that were just off for some reason. Like her white hair, it was completely natural despite not being an albino. She wasn't a parahuman, her corona pollentia indicated as much. Amy her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

This girl wasn't from around here. She had immunities to diseases Amy didn't even know existed, and she was missing several key bacterias that were found on Earth Bet. Could she be from Aleph or another Earth? She fixed that now, Amy wasn't going to be the cause of the mystery girl's possible death just because she didn't have any immunities. Turning her attention back to the wound, Amy scowled. The girl's body was perfectly healthy, and there was a lack of fats in her. She would have to increase her metabolism for now.

"She'll be fine when she wakes up, just hungry so make sure you have food ready." Amy said, letting go of her hand.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Armsmaster said softly.

"She's not from around here, is she?" Amy eyed the girl's scar. She was only called here to fix the wound in her side, and it seemed that that scar had been there a while.

"Correct." Armsmaster looked a bit uncomfortable, which made Amy smirk. "Please follow me. Director Piggot has already contacted Brandish."

So much secrecy, and for what? Amy shrugged as she followed the Tinker out, giving the white haired girl one last look.

Stupid government agencies.

A/N

Updates to Schnee's Bay will be infrequent. I like writing Schnee: Hero or Huntress a lot more to be honest. Its a refreshing change of pace.