When I had first joined, I had no appreciation for appearances, no money, no resources with which to even properly tailor my own outfit beyond a set of scissors to cut up the old hoodie and to turn it into a cowl. I jumped up and put my shirt back on, then re-attaching my mask just as the door was pushed open. “Well, they were just scratches,” I pointed out, pocketing the bloody gauze pads. I’d apparently beaten Gray Mask, which suited me fine. A few ineffective assurances later, and I was standing shirtless in the warehouse office, with Binary behind the controls of the doc bot, and all my scratches healed. I gave a wave to Hex, who abandoned her post to run up to me and give me a hug. A toss into the scrubby old bushes had the lightweight bike likely gain a few scratches on its sparkly paint, but at least it was relatively well-hidden, and mercifully lighter than the bike the Shil’ had built for me, sailing further, and sinking in less deep into the brumbles. A quick ‘good luck on your exam today,’ to Natalie, and then I quietly left everything behind to get to Warehouse Base on the racing bike that the Private had first tried replacing the old Schwinn with. I’d been glad that I’d been the one tasked to get the paper that morning. The next day had brought some unwelcome news, quite literally. Warehouse Base Alien-Nation Chapter 106: Debrief
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