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(setting) St Jane's convent
| >She can hear the rain on the other side of the door. The roaring ceaseless deluge of rain hitting stone silencing all else. The figure seen through the door was a strange hulking mass, which thankfully turned out to be one person holding another.
| >both figures cross the threshold of the doorway. Rain pouring off them in sheets.
| >Alex ushers the both of them in, face concerned She leavers the man off others shoulder, apparently fast asleep. The man is bulky and certainly weighed a lot, but with assistance from the other stranger, they lowered him onto a sofa.
| >The second stranger looks at Alex. Hair plastered to scalp.
"This man requires a place and time to recover, I was told that a "do gooder" could be of assistance."
| >Stunned for words, Sister Alex looks from one to the other. The man was presumably wounded, and yet this droid walks in, flayed and wounded asking him to be taken care of.
"Eh... But of course, the both of you poor souls look like you could do with some help, stay here for a moment as I fetch some things, but do be quiet, the other sister will be asleep."
>Hurriedly she rushes to a cupboard and brings food, water, blankets and linens to the two of them.
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| >When Alex returns she finds the droid standing over the man, removing the tattered remains of a tattered coat. Regrettably sister Alex spotted his firearm, hanging loosely from its holster.
| >The droid glances at them and returns their attention to the man. Stirring and grunting in a seemingly fitful sleep.
| >There are numerous footsteps at the door, which stop before entering.
>"Put the weapons away idiots. It's a place of respect!"
>There is a knock on the door.
| >Hearing the knock at the door Sister Alex huffs, straightens herself out and goes to answer the door.
| "Hello Ma'am. We were hoping to get some shelter from the rain."
>4 silhouettes stand at the door, one of them holding a bag of sorts.
| >She puts on a hesitant smile and opens the door wider.
"Of course my child, do come inside."
| "Thank you."
>The 4 people come in, revealing their clothing. Military clothing, covered in blood and gauze. One of the girls, Lane, is covered in bites, being held up by her squad-mate, Marlowe. All but Lead stay silent after experiencing the "PCS".
"Again, Thank you for letting us in, but we can leave if we are not welcome."
| >With a mixture of concern and caution, Alex leads them inwards. Leaving them by the sofa, she sweeps off to find more blankets.
| "Don't worry about us, we are already burdening you."
>Lead takes off his backpack, and sets down the bag, as the rest of the squad do the same.
"Alright, get in to some dry civ gear."
"Yep."
"Way ahead of you."
"..."
| >With frost like movement, Delta turns to look at them.
| >Evie turns to Delta, and smiles, walking over to her. Already changed in to a T-shirt and Sweatpants.
"Delta!"
| >Delta straightens up and looks past Evie at the rest of them, checking for concealed arms. With none detected she turns back to Ishmael wordlessly.
| >Evie finally comes to Delta's side.
"How is he holding?"
| >The rest of the squad has now also changed, huddle around a laptop, all looking in awe at https://dangeru.us/cyb/thread/157273.
"Jesus... It's a fucking massacre."
"No..."
"Black ops, that's fucked up."
| >Uninterested by the stream, Delta remains fixed on Ishmael.
"From what I have been monitoring he has returned to his normal state, he needs rest for a few weeks now and should be fine."
>she picks up a blanket and unceremoniously droops it over him.
| "Jesus."
>Evie looks at the state of Ishmael.
"What about you?"
| "Most of my epidermal layer of armour has been scorched away, most of my LLRADs are beyond repair. I should hold out for a while, however further exposure to the elements may cause more damage."
>she holds out an arm, twisting it this way and that, staring intently as muscles, motors and pistons glide and dance.
| "Come with me then, talk to my superior, maybe we can take this up to totem pole to get you some help?"
>Evie holds out her hand.
| >Delta looks at the hand hesitantly and then turns back to Ishmael.
"It would be ill advised to leave Ishmael here as he still is the only other person with data concerning Gamma."
>they look down at the sleeping man once again, child-like, all tucked up.
| "*sigh* Ok... you wouldn't mind if my boss came over then?"
>Evie begins walking walking back towards her group, still in shock from the video.
| >Delta shakes her head, gaze rising to meet sister Alex as she returns. Arms full of blankets, dragging a heater by the cord.
"It is rather cold out, so I thought we could make an exception and turn on the heater."
| "Don't worry about us and the cold, only thing we need right now is food, we've been running about for a while."
>Lead says to the sister, setting out his sleeping bag.
"Uh... Sister?"
>Marlowe calls out.
| >Alex turns to him and gives a thin smile.
"I'm afraid you will haft to do with what we find."
>Once again she sweeps off.
| "Thank you."
>Lead exclaims, relaxing on the sofa, while Evie begins re-doing Lane's bandages.
| >Ishmael suddenly feeling weight on his legs sits up, eyes meeting with Lead.
"Sir I can't remember much but would you kindly get off me, I can't feel my leg.
| "Ah fuck. Sorry. Wait... Aren't you the guy at the foundry?"
>Lane stands up, before siting down on the floor.
| >Ishmael slowly props himself up, blankets and sheets cascading off him as he smiles.
"That man I would happen to be, and I thank you for that, however Delta may have a second opinion."
>He looks over at Delta who had taken a keen interest in the heater.
| "Yeah... I'm sorry about that. Evie explained everything to me after she left you."
>Lead looks at Delta with guilt.
| >Delta payed him no mind as they busily set about finding a wall socket, after some time had elapsed they gave up and simply held the plug in their teeth. A comfy warmth soon followed. Unperturbed Ishmael looks back to the group.
"I cant thank you all enough for what you did and in time I'm sure Delta will as well, but our job is only half finished."
| "I get it. But we got another one on our hands. I just want to wipe my hands from it."
>Lead hands the laptop over to Ishmael, resetting the video.
| >Ishmael watches the video and grimaces and shakes his head.
"I tried my hardest to stay away from Black Phoenix, and whilst bringing them in would be the greatest bust of the decade, even I.A. don't get in their way."
>Sister Alex returns, arms laden with bowls of soup.
"Well this was all we had at short notices, but it should help you feel better."
| >Lead takes a bowl, gesturing to the others.
"Thank you sister, guys, grub time."
>Marlowe grabs a bowl, but stays next to the sister, after the rest of the group get's their soup.
"Uhh... Sister? Is the confessional open?
| >The sister shakes her head.
"Even if we had one here, I would not be able to take it.
| "Mm. Ok..."
>Marlowe goes back to his group, shoulders slouched.
| >sister pats him on the back, and smiles.
"fear not my son, all is forgiven by the lord."
>She smiles at the group again and returns to the depths of the building
| "I... Thanks, Sister."
>Marlowe sits on the floor with the rest of his group, lifelessly spooning soup in his mouth. The rest of the group in a similar mood after the event in uptown.
| >Ishmael pats Marlowe on the back and smiles.
"Give us some time, and I can promise that I will do all that is in my power to bring these actions to light."
| "..."
>The group keeps eating his soup in silence.
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| >The group finally finishes their soup, tiding up after themselves, and fall asleep in their Sleeping Bags, Each taking shifts to watch.
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| >Delta stares at the door throughout the entirety of the night, thoughts flickering behind their eyes. Gaze remaining fixed.
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| Rain hammers against the window panes. The sound would have been pleasing to Sister Alex. The sound of feet against stone echos amongst the cavernous stone coulombs, the sound accompanied by the staccato of knocks at the door.