Daycycle Day 23 [ FEB 29-MAR 5]

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DAYCYCLE 23

[ FEB 29 - MAR 5 ]

MORNING

This morning even the most vehement of those Special haters seem to be preoccupied at the briefing.  The whispers aren’t about the new arrivals but the opportunity to go to the surface.  The Briefing Officer doesn’t waste any time in announcing those that were chosen.  Out of the twelve Troubleshooters selected three specials, Tony Stark, Ray Palmer and Barry Allen, are named as part of the expedition.  Some Troubleshooters seem disappointed while others look extremely relieved at not being named as part of the group.  The expedition will set out at noon with a projected return time of 48 hours.

Troubleshooter Team: D. Grayson and R. Lynch

This particular mission is considered a high-clearance level despite being assigned to RED troubleshooters.  Dick and Ronan will be selected for the mission and immediately led out of the Commissary in order to be told in private.  They are to travel to Bingham’s Arms Emporium located on the outskirts of the Armed Forces sector.  There they are to render the supervisor, Victor Bingham, unconscious and take him to one of the scrub bots located at Internal Security headquarters.  They will be required to wear masks provided when obtaining the traitor in order to protect their identity from retaliation.

All other Troubleshooters:  You are to report to your Service Firm positions for the day, until called on for Troubleshooter duty.

Intel: The word glitch has begun appearing on confession booths in the Technical Services sector.

AFTERNOON

At approximately 1400 a small explosion will occur in the R&D sector, causing it to be evacuated for the rest of the day.  It is unknown what caused the explosion, but rumor has it that anyone introduced to the invisible gas in the area will begin to go into convulsions before losing consciousness.  That will not stop some people from getting masks and searching the abandoned warehouses for products that will gain money on the black market.

EVENING

At 2000 the Genuine Credit Opportunity Club will hold a special presentation in the Commissary for those interested in earning astonishing amounts of credits for minimal work.  THIS IS NOT A TRIANGLE SCHEME.  Sleeping gas will be expelled at 2100.

Comments

[preemptiveforgiveness]

Eighteen. He would have guessed her at least in her early twenties, probably mid twenties, but he won't say that to her. In his experience, women don't like it when you guess their age higher than it is, even if he can't see how they look to base it on. "Do you mind me asking what changed? You are one hundred percent within your rights to say 'yes' and I'll drop it."

He likes her already.

[sanguinescry]

Lydia huffs a soft laugh laced with incredulity. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't share because it sounds too crazy. But how much crazier can anything sound, really, in this place?

"I was bitten by a werewolf," she says honestly. "...and I'm immune." She pauses and huffs another soft, humorless laugh, shaking her head. "Immune, like it didn't change me. Inaccurate would be putting it lightly. I'm not a werewolf...but I feel like that would be so much easier to be than what I am now."

She lays back and stares up at the bunk above her. "I think the most fucked up part is that since I've been here, it's been so...quiet. In my head. ...I can't hear them anymore and..." She sniffs once and clears her throat, a sad smile on her face and tears that she's relieved to know he can't see swimming in her eyes. "It's better. All things considered, it probably makes me awful for feeling that way but it's so quiet...it's so, so quiet. I missed the silence. I don't have a lot here to be thankful for and I don't think any of us do, but...that?" She takes a deep breath and sighs. "I'm thankful for that."