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>DUTY
”Sorry, miss, but rules are rules. Should have thought that before breaking into an active crime scene.”
You walk her to the temporary field command center. Utterly defeated, she makes no further attempts to escape. You feel nothing as you watch her taken into custody. While checking out, the clerk on charge catches your name. ”Goldwell, was it? Was about to call you, the higher ups want you for debriefing.” You're drained, but there is no arguing a direct order. At least you get to rest a bit during the car trip to the local FriAir Security center.
The Security center is a mix of a police station, military compound and law firm. It's early in the morning and night staff has started to leave after an eventful shift. You recognize a couple of them, though most are complete strangers. It's not like it's you work in HR. ”Practical problem solving” is right up your alley, not this meet and greet shit.
You'r guide leads you into a waiting room. This doesn't feel like the standard process, this is much more personal. Like a proper interview instead of the usual forms to fill. Sure enough, as soon as you receive your fresh mug of caffeine from the coffee machine from the back, a pair of bigshots enters the offices, straight from another meeting by the looks of it, and beckon you in. You feel more than a little out of place, groggy, still wearing most of your combat gear and still smelling of old sweat and all the other shit from the night before. They don't seem to mind, so you decide to push throuhg it as well, it's not like there are other options.
The older of the two, man, adresses you. ”Ah, please, close the door, thank you. I see you got yourself some refreshments already, jolly good. I am Major Gilligan, this is Captain Braxter.” The older man offers his hand and gives a handshake so firm you end up spilling some of your coffee. Captain Braxter, a woman in her thirties by the looks of it, is content with just a nod of aknowledgement. Major Gilligan continues. ”And you are Lance Corporal Zeke Goldwell, correct? Good. Now that all the pleasantries are over, lets get straight into the business. You did erase those Omega records, right? There is absolutely no chance none of them were stolen last night?” Captain Braxter gets slightly startled by this but regains her composure almost immediately. ”Major, the official term is 'Red Room data register', all information beyond that is heavily classified.” Major Gilligan waves his hand with slight annoyance. ”What nonesense! We are all on the same side here! I am sure mister Goldwell here has a head on his shoulder and knows when to keep his mouth shut! But more importantly, you did succeed in your task, did you not?”
