D.I.C.E(Game Thread/PM to Join)

[Terratina.]

The teleportation left Eligor a little groggy. D.I.C.E. always used haphazard methods of teleportation. If they only knew that their bastard method that mixed science and magic to produce this disorienting and often inaccurate result was the wrong way to go. For all the brilliant minds in D6, they were barking up the wrong tree. Nevertheless, Eligor didn't have time to complain about it, for smoke was causing his eye to water. Annoyed at this, he half-shut it, giving the appearance of someone who was either quite peeved or quite tired. He look towards the opposite wall of the room and saw two people. One of which was Richard, the other someone he hadn't seen before in some sort of scrubs.

"Closed room, about to get filled with smoke. Anyone knows where to get out?" Richard asked, adding a little advice of, "Also, don't panic, or anything like that."

Richard should have known that whatever you tell someone not to do, they will go ahead and do it anyway. Simple psychology. But wasn't his field genetics? No matter. Eligor simply stated to that, "Vents, perhaps?"

It was a shame that there was little room or time for introduction here. However, on the bright side, there was at least one person from D6 here and that was just wanted Eligor needed. A little nudge drew him towards opening a dialogue with the two or possibly helping them out as a show of kindness. Still, the room was filling up with smoke which wasn't good for him or the two humans beside him. Then he had a thought, 'smoke suggests a fire or some other thing like that.' Maybe it was simply a result of the teleporters D.I.C.E. insisted on using, or something else, something of more immediate concern to the three stuck into the room.

Eligor wasted no time voicing his concerns, addressing the two he inquired, "Excuse me, is there is fire or something other than that causing this? I think we need to establish the source of this smoke first before we can do anything."

 

[DarkRawen]

"Vents, perhaps?"

Richard had been looking at those, but they seemed to be closed off pretty well, no air leaving or entering. He didn't know if that would help too much. Still, it was one possibility. The sword then continued;

"Excuse me, is there is fire or something other than that causing this? I think we need to establish the source of this smoke first before we can do anything."

Richard shrugged, not feeling like getting closer to the smoke. "I don't really care all that much, I just want to get out of here. I would believe the cause would be something like a fire, but I don't know what we could do about that." He rubbed his eyes, the smoke was irritating his eyes, and they started running. Richard shook his head and bent down a bit, so that most of the smoke was above his head. "First things first, get something open, get out. I can't see the smoke going out anywhere, even if we did remove the source of it, it would still be in the room." He looked at the woman with them. Unless the sword had some kind of weakness to smoke, she was the one in the immediate danger, and he knew DICE wouldn't be happy if he let her die. He looked at the vents again. "How sharp are you? Could you cut through the metal in front of the vents?" he asked the sword.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

He was awoken by the blaring of an alarm. The first night in a proper bed and outside of a cell and he couldn't even get a decent nights sleep. Regrettably he lamented whether or not they would've let him sleep through the damnable alarm if he was still cooped up in one. Ah well, best to keep up appearances.

Half asleep, he pulled himself out of bed and into the bathroom. He debated with himself whether to shave the few tufts of hair that had sprouted up, it looked more like peach fuzz then anything else, and it didn't look good. He'd rather vanish for a weeks to let it grow, but revenge was more important then whether he looked good. He left it as it was and shaved his face and brushed his teeth. Now to decided what to wear, the grey suit that he had worn yesterday was all but ruined and he doubted he could take it to the dry cleaners without being asked some uncomfortable questions. Today he opted for a dark blue suit and a white shirt. Hoping he wouldn't be covered in blood by the end of it.

Groggily and with no need to look for it as people were panically running towards it, he made it to the Division 5 meeting
room. With the Zhang - the division head - nowhere in sight, the others members were lost at what to do until in panel in the wall slide upwards revealing a box of portal pagers. Then a second announcement boomed over the intercom, they were changing locations due to a number of security breaches, none that he knew nothing about. Must have been while he was in London.

Well if it was just because of a few secularity breeches it wasn't much of an emergency.Sighing he wondered if the man who he had told to find him today was still here or wherever the portals lead. It was no use waiting anyway, he doubted the man would actually show up.

Suddenly the room he was in vanished and what appeared instead was a dessert, so much for dressing for the weather, but it was night here so his jacket was actually of use. Looking around he saw nothing but some blue horned things, a tower in the distance and another DICE agent. Cursing his luck he got up and brushed himself down. Time for introductions.

"I'm Eli, I don't believe we've met" He said, offering his hand and ignoring the salutations of the blue things.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Sand. Cool Air. The Smell Of Death.

Isabelle woke up and saw a cloudless night-time sky straight in front of her, along with the warm feeling of sandy between her fingers and hair as she sat up; obviously it appeared that the base relocation had gone a fair ways wrong, and deposited her somewhere in some desert. Upon closer examination of the position of stars and constellations in the sky, that she had landed in the Sahara Desert.

"Great, that is just great. I've landed in one of the largest deserts in the known world, and from the looks of it, no signs of any immediate civilization or cities. What is more worrying is that I can see no sign of Vayle, I hope that she made it through to the new base location, or at the very least, she is somewhere relatively safe." Isabelle said to herself with concern for Vayle as she tried standing up in the desert sand, almost stumbling, but managed to stop herself from falling first face into the sand.

Dusting herself down, Isabelle immediately saw that another person was with her, and from all accounts, it was that man who walked off part way through the mission in Russia; though this time however he was dressed in a dark blue suit with a white shirt. Another thing that caught her attention was a group of seven large, blue horned creatures, each one of them looking puzzled, until one of them spoke.

"Hello?" One of them asked, but before she could respond, Elizer had offered his hand, expecting a handshake no doubt.

"I'm Eli, I don't believe we've met." He said, sounding a little more politely than how he appeared to have acted earlier. Isabelle first however, turned to the horned creatures.

"One moment please." She said politely before turning her attention to Elizer.

"Whilst we may not have met Elizer, I know of you, didn't you decide to go for a little walk part way through a mission in Russia? Anyway, enough about the past for now, my name is Isabelle Hearte, Division Two." Isabelle said calmly, then returning the handshake. She then turned back to the horned creatures.

"Hello there, would you mind telling me who you are exactly? I don't think I've never met anyone like you before."

 

[IFS]

"Also, don't panic, or anything like that,"

Mary nodded, "I'll try not to," she said, "I made it through medical school, I can handle a stressful situation," she joked, trying to ease her nerves. She looked around, the room seemed to be on its side, maybe it had been rotated in the teleport? She wasn't sure if that could happen but it was the best she could come up with right now.

"As for getting out I don't think we can try the doors, they're kind of on the walls and if there is a fire they might burn us," she said, trying to keep herself thinking to prevent panic, it was hard to breath regularly with the smoke which wasn't helping.

"How sharp are you? Could you cut through the metal in front of the vents?"

She was surprised by the talking sword, though she supposed DICE must have all sorts of stuff like that, at any rate it seemed to know the scientist, and they were at least coming up with a plan, hopefully one that would work.

 

[Nouw]

Spoiler: TESTING

Spoiler: Day in the life?

"Dan, wake up. It's time for your daily check-up," CMNNE, the A.I. said. Light beamed into his eyes, blurring Danny's vision in a manner he only thought possible in videogames. But unlike in the videogames, it didn't disappear after shaking his head and standing up. Disappointing really.

"Yeah, yeah. Does the lighting in this room have to be so damn bright?" Danny asked.

"My apologies Danny, I'll turn it down for you," it replied. And just like that, the room turned darker. Shadows grew and menacingly stood tall in the dome, as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike. It wasn't all gloomy, however, the lights that still shined relaxed Danny, turning the test-dome into a place of atmospheric zen.

As usual, Danny opened his eyes and let CMNNE scan them. He looked up, down, left, right, squinted and widened. CMNNE didn't even have to say a thing. After scanning his eyes, CMNNE provided a small basin which Danny spat in. The basin flashed green and disappeared. Next, a tube appeared and Danny inhaled and exhaled. That flashed green too. More tests came afterwards, during which Danny didn't move or flinch.

***​

"Keep at it Danny, you're doing great," CMMNE said in his usual robotic tone. Despite his voice not having a hint of emotion, Danny could tell when he was trying to express them. It was rather scary now that Danny thought about it. How long have I been in here?

"I detect something is bothering you Danny, please, feel free to speak your mind," he said.

"Oh it's nothing. Just a bit tired is all," Danny lied.

"Well we're almost finished Danny-lad, just a little bit longer," he said. Its attempt at human speech was frightening, but Danny didn't make the mistake of dwelling on it for long.

He focused on what he was doing, but as soon as he focused his breath shortened and his grip loosened. He was going to break soon, he couldn't keep it up for so long.

CMMNE seemed to know this and acknowledged Danny.

The treadmill wizzed to a stop, and Danny hopped off. The tiles texture had changed to a carpet, very comfortable. He lied down on the floor and caught his breath. He stood back up when CMMNE provided a towel and Danny dried himself up.

At this point in the testing Danny was completely immobile and dormant. He was in deep-sleep, a state where Danny couldn't be easily woken up. No matter how hard someone was to try, Danny would remain in his simulation world. They had connected his blood, and mind, to a machine which provided the simulation. Not too different from the blood itself. It was going to take years to perfect it, but for now it was a good enough effort. Of course the side-effects of engineering something as it was being used was that the user was extremely fragile, a simple nudge would make Danny's sleep eternal.

Spoiler: Face to Face

Danny yawned; Rorschachs were the most boring psychological tests and were more akin to a chore.

Spoiler: What do you see in this one Danny?

Danny didn't even have to say word, he only had to think it.

Spoiler: Okay, what about this?

Spoiler: And this?

How many more do I have to do? I've done fifteen already, I mean come on!
"You seem a bit cranky Danny, you have been for the past few weeks. Is something wrong?"
Yes, I've been here for months and I'm bored out of my mind.
"Boredom isn't sufficient for release I'm afraid."
And what is? Sanity? I think I'm growing more insane day by day.

CMMNE ran a million calculations at once, processing all of the information it had acquired over the months and restoring archived tests. It wasn't reassuring.

"You aren't. You're showing progress, but we need to be completely sure you won't-"
You won't what? Snap? I'm a time-bomb to you guys aren't I? Well why don't you fucking detonate me and get it over and done with?
"That wasn't what I meant. Try to relax Danny-lad."

CMMNE stopped. It knew what it had done wrong...it had attached itself to the user. Danny wasn't ready, but before it did any real harm, he had to eject Danny from the simulation. The calculations it made didn't come to a conclusion it was comfortable with, however, it was for Danny's own good.

"You know what, you're right. You are ready." It was CMMNE's turn to lie, if it was even possible by the human definition.

Wait what?
"Well you're not doubting yourself are you? At this point, really?"
Fuck no. Thanks for understanding buddy, now wake me up.

He called me...bud-

Turns out Danny was even more keen than he thought, without the full help of CMMNE he had woken up. The scientists were trying to figure out how and why. Danny smiled at the computer that was the A.I. before it met its demise by a kill-switch. Therefore the A.I. that lied in front of Danny in a screen met its demise too. It faded away into static. It returned after the screen turned to red, and once again blood began to ooze down. Danny stared down at it, tightening his fists. Unlike many videogame protagonists, Danny wasn't going to talk with the boss he was about to fight. He knew it well enough, and there were no hard feelings. This was the only way it could end.

 

[Terratina.]

"...How sharp are you? Could you cut through the metal in front of the vents?"

Of the little man went for the obvious option. Not like any fires or anything like that would be a threat to them once they had gotten out. Nevertheless, he and her were the ones in immediate danger, not Eligor. The eye swivelled towards the air vents and examined the grates and the metal surrounding them. It was obvious that it was made of some sort of metal, but the chance of cutting mainly depended on the strength of it. If it was something like titanium, then there would be no chance of it.

Sighing, Eligor replied, "We'll have to see. Speaking of which, excuse me..."

He launched himself towards the vent, intent on cutting through the metal in front of it. It was a thing of the moment, though it was more like he was scratching an annoying itch. Eligor hoped that he would not come to regret doing this, as there was a chance that he might become stuck, and knowing the past treatment of him by D.I.C.E.'s operatives, he would probably be abandoned again. Which was neither fun or beneficial in any way.

But it was too late for that now. Flying towards the vent, Eligor screamed, "Variantes distrahunt!"

 

[Nouw]

Like the speed-ramping technique that plagued the film industry, the blood flowed down in slow-motion until time sped up when the droplet hit the floor. Each droplet let out a muffled grunt and continued enveloping the room. It didn't seem to understand that this was real-time, because each passing second gave it less and less time to leave a mark on its captor. It had no rush, alarming at first but Danny soon realized the scientists had no control over what was happening. They had simply let it loose to do its thing. Well here he was, standing tall with courage. What did they expect him to do? He had no weapons. Maybe the scientists simply wanted to know if it was possible to overcome the fear. Well now, they had their answer. Danny's death was expected but little did they know what Danny's plan was.

The blood continued to creep along the floor until it met the walls. It climbed up, with hesitation at first, but eventually it got the hang of vertical-travel on a curved surface. Drops fell from above but they were taken in by the tide that was pushing up the blood. The blood met from opposite sides, and thus the room was completely red. The scientists were in the dark, and so were the cameras. It was beautiful in a dark, twisted way. The blood was always moving about, sometimes falling only to be picked up by a tentacle. Despite the lights being covered up as well, they still let out slivers of red shine. The red was panic-inducing at first, but it had a tranquil quality. Danny figured he was the only person to find peace in such a horrific place. He would prefer it if it stayed that way, but with D.I.C.E.'s intentions it wasn't going to be the case.

Danny sighed.

"Well this is goodbye isn't it?"
"Yes."

The blood closed in onto Danny, revealing a massive circular mouth resembling the A.I. Unlike the A.I., this was completely organic. It writhed and wriggled, revealing series of teeth. Inch by inch it moved, until it pounced at Danny.

The door opened and Danny appeared. He looked unchanged, and not a single trace of red or blood could be found on him. He calmly walked down the stairs until men in hazmat suits tackled him. They hooked up a machine, similar to the one they destroyed in terms of aesthetics, to Danny which gave a greenlight as soon as it entered him. The men in suits went inside and saw a single drop of blood, struggling to move. They encased it in an air-tight container.

"Are you guys going to let me walk or what?" Danny asked, pushing away the groping hands of tools and gadgets.

"Well we can't ju-," one of the scientists spoke up until the man in glasses gave him the same stern look. "Go, just go."

"It's about time," Danny replied.

"What now?"
I think my service to D.I.C.E is due.

 

[deathbydeath]

Byron Kelspring

"What. The. Actual. Hell?"

Byron couldn't help but smirk when the car clipped the skinny guy, and he loved Zhang's reaction to the man. He also followed Zhang in getting out of the car and sat on the hood, watching the spectacle.

"I am a teleporting were-wolf, from an orginization that hunts down beings most consider to be legends. Where are we, and what year is it, my good man."

Byron couldn't resist having some fun with this man. "Lovely, another lost time traveler," he expressed, rolling his eyes at the universe and acting exasperated. "At least we were tipped off properly this time. Jameson, get the restraining gear out of the trunk, and I'll hold down this man."

Byron walked behind Kain (whom he recognized) and began to put him into a restraining hold, talking to him all the while. "Well, I should properly answer your question. Currently, we are about twenty-seven miles east of Sherbrooke, in the wonderful Canadian province of Quebec. As for the year, we are currently living in the year 2020, more specifically the month of April. I'd like to thank you again for your cooperation, you wouldn't believe how much people pay for the organs of a werewolf."

Aaron Pertition

Aaron and Jean emerged from the decrepit structure and followed their map, traveling east until they reached the cathedral where the agent disappeared. Gazing up in admiration at the structure, Aaron opened the door and followed Jean inside.

 

[DarkRawen]

"Variantes distrahunt!"

The sword had thrown itself into the vent and got itself stuck. Richard had thought that might happen, because of the angle, and when the sword had tried to force itself out without managing, it had proven true. "It can't really continue like that, since there is no way of it gaining any velocity," he thought, and went over to it. The was no room for the sword to try to wriggle itself out on it's own. He tried pulling it out, but that seemed like it might ruin the blade. Since it was fairly close to the floor, he couldn't really use his mass to help pull, as he almost had to lay down in order to even try. Thinking it through, he shrugged. One look at Mary told him that he was the heaviest of them. "The best way would be to use my weight."

Hoping but no way knowing it would work, Richard decided to try it out. He stood up, and jumped on top of the handle, his weight forcing the blade up through the metal and thus creating a larger hole for them to wriggle the sword out. Of course, Richard himself managed to fall on his back, hitting his head again. He frowned, but kept calm, and sat up while rubbing his head. "Well, so far so good." With a lot less effort, he got the sword out. "Perhaps it would be better if someone wielded you?" he asked the sword. Since the smoke had started going towards the went, it seemed there was a way to the outside over there, or in worst case scenario, a way to get the smoke out of the room. Richard then looked over at Mary, hoping she was more adept at using a sword than he was. "Have you ever used a sword?"

 

[Terratina.]

"Blast." He muttered. The metal was sundered, but the sword was stuck in the crack. Eligor wiggled a bit in order to get out of there, but there was no room for that. "Bugger." he cursed as the bound demon realised his situation. Eligor looked down from where he was and saw the scientist muttering to himself and then muttering to the lady in the smoke-filled room. Eligor didn't look forward to the end of the discussion, as it would probably conclude with them deciding to abandon him.

However, Eligor was wrong, far wrong and with neither warning nor caution, Richard leapt onto the hilt in a desperate attempt to apply the mechanics of levers to this scenario, with the whole of his weight as the effort. Shame part of the load was part of Eligor. His eye widened as the blade ripped through the wall, creating a larger hole and causing the tip of the blade to bend slightly - a slight than Eligor wouldn't take lightly. Well, at least he was free, anyhow. But to top it all off, the annoying scientist asked an annoying question.

"Perhaps it would be better if someone wielded you?" he asked the sword.

"To be honest Richard, I don't see how things can get any better." Eligor replied bitterly.

 

[IFS]

"Have you ever used a sword?"

"No, I don't know how, you should hold on to it, you're probably stronger than me," she said. She looked somewhat startled at the suggestion that she use a sword, although she did realize that it was their only cutting tool so someone needed to use it. It ought to be the scientist though, she wouldn't harm anyone, but if she had to she only needed to touch them.

"To be honest Richard, I don't see how things can get any better."

"Well its not like they can get much worse, maybe there's some other way out of the room? Or maybe we can cut through the vent with someone swinging you?" she suggested, she couldn't think of much, the room was sideways which was a bit confusing when trying to think of how to get out.

 

[DarkRawen]

"No, I don't know how, you should hold on to it, you're probably stronger than me,"

She seemed startled by the suggestion, which surprised him, slightly, as he had thought she was a surgeon with that mask. Oh, well, holding a scalpel wasn't the same as wielding a sword, he would know that himself. Besides, there might be another reason for it. The sword didn't seem exactly pleased with getting out, for some reason. Then he noticed that it wasn't completely as it used to be.

"To be honest Richard, I don't see how things can get any better."

Richard hadn't noticed that the tip of the blade had gotten bent, but he didn't make more of an effort than smile apologetic. They needed to open the vent more either way, and the sword could always get repaired later. He looked at the woman, he was fairly certain she couldn't be repaired the same way.

"Well its not like they can get much worse, maybe there's some other way out of the room? Or maybe we can cut through the vent with someone swinging you?"

"She does speak the truth." He realized he didn't know their names, but that wasn't important now. Even if the sword somehow knew his, had they met before? It wasn't that important. Richard grabbed the sword with both hands, in case it would struggle. He could try to negotiate, but quite frankly, he didn't have the motivation nor time for that. "If we get out of here alive, I'll find someone to fix that. For now, we really need to get that vent more open." He then plunged the sword into the vent, determined if not particularly skillfully. He made sure not to get it stuck again, and opened a bigger hole, big enough for him to get through. Considering he was the largest of the three, that meant all of them could get out from there. The smoke continued to go into the vent, and the room started emptying, even if a little more smoke was added from somewhere else. He let go of the sword, making sure it was hovering before he did. Dropping it would probably cause it to stab him or something like that.

After a while, it seemed to have cleared out enough for them to get through the vent without getting too bothered by the smoke. "I'll go first to make sure there's not too much smoke on the other side. Unless, any of you want to do that?"

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

Jean glanced about the interior of the building, determined that there was nothing glaringly unusual, then turned to Aaron.
"Nothing. Doors?" he asked, nodding towards the several doors around the room. "Old building. Lots of rooms. Easy to hide. Be careful."
It wouldn't be the first time Jean had turned from hunting to being hunted in a building like this. He wasn't aiming to experience it again.

 

[Terratina.]

Before he had a chance to talk Richard out of this nonsense or even struggle, the buffoon grabbed the sword and plunged poor Eligor into the vent again and sundered the metal with heavy, but unskilled blows. Throughout the process, Eligor shut his eye tight. This was just another moment he would have to block out. Worse even than the time... No he would keep that memory repressed in the depths of his mind. Instead he just made of list of all the things he would do the annoying scientist at another time. 'I'll sent him to the pits of Hell, see how he likes that as a place to study! No. I'll impale him again and again. Yes --"

However, his thoughts were cut off by another's influence, '

Now now, we have need of him.

'

He groaned and waited until the ordeal was over and was soon free to simply hover beside the two humans. If only his hands weren't so tied! Bound to a lump of metal, bound to D.I.C.E., and now bound by oath not to kill a worthless human. But he had to let that anger out, if it was a fire, the blade would be white-hot with fury. It was a shame it wasn't. He sighed and took a deep breath. Not now, she was right. Why go for the small fry when you could wait and go for the bigger catch? Richard was talking now anyway, it would be impolite to interrupt him, "I'll go first to make sure there's not too much smoke on the other side. Unless, any of you want to do that?"

"No, not after that. I will just hover here wondering what D.I.C.E. will do to someone who is guilty of two counts of property damage." Eligor curtly replied.

 

[IFS]

"I'll go first to make sure there's not too much smoke on the other side. Unless, any of you want to do that?"

"No that's fine, you go first, just be careful not to cut yourself some of that sheared metal looks sharp," in truth she was more worried about cutting herself, but if he went through first without hurting himself then it should be easy to just follow in his steps.

"No, not after that. I will just hover here wondering what D.I.C.E. will do to someone who is guilty of two counts of property damage."

She laughed a little at that though she tried to cover it up, the sword seemed quite annoyed with being used to hack through the vent.

"I doubt they'll be too concerned with property damage considering the entire base is on its side, I wonder if their insurance covers that?" she said jokingly.

 

[DarkRawen]

"No that's fine, you go first, just be careful not to cut yourself some of that sheared metal looks sharp,"

Richard looked at it, it seemed like it could be painful if he did. However, if he got out, that didn't matter much. "I'll be fine, it couldn't do too much damage." The swords as well said that it didn't want to, as well as commenting on Richard having destroyed property. Before he could answer, the woman spoke.

"I doubt they'll be too concerned with property damage considering the entire base is on its side, I wonder if their insurance covers that?" she said jokingly.

Richard wasn't sure if the sword had referred to itself as well, since it was two counts, so he said; "I'll get someone to fix you should there be a problem. I'm sure I could use my position for something." There had to be some sort of merit to having such a position, since people made such a big deal of being the head of Division 6. People couldn't possible want it for the responsibilities, that was illogical and strange. "I'll be going then." He started crawling through it. It was a tight fit at his shoulders, and his left shoulder got stuck, but he managed to force his way through, ripping part of his sweater, and cutting his shoulder slightly. It hurt, but he had felt worse, so he continued. When he was past the cut open area, it was easier, if still a bit of tight. The woman shouldn't have much of a problem, however, and obviously not the sword either. When he had crossed over, he looked up. The smoke went out a door, leading into a hallway. He stood up and examined the cut. It had been deeper than he thought, the area around it had blood on it, but he was fine. It was almost gone either way. "It's safe. I think we might be close to a way out."

 

[IFS]

"It's safe. I think we might be close to a way out."

"Your shoulder's bleeding, are you ok?" she asked, noticing the blood, she managed to squeeze through without hurting herself, but his cut looked rather deep, it was certainly bleeding a lot. Although it also seemed to be closing, she had seen DICE agents with healing factors in the infirmary before, she wondered if he was one of them. Still she started looking for something to bandage the cut, she supposed she would have to tear off part of her sleeve.

She was also curious about his comment about his position, he looked to be a scientist so she wondered if he had any pull in that department, perhaps he could help her convince the new division head to accept her proposal?

 

[DarkRawen]

"Your shoulder's bleeding, are you ok?"

He turned away when he noticed she was looking at his wound. There was a reason he wasn't too fond of doctors, hopefully she didn't know anything. "Yeah, It'll be fine." He noticed that the sword hadn't gone through yet, was it annoyed still? Richard figured they should wait for it, so talking to the woman would probably help pass the time. Besides, he had noticed she was looking around for something, and he was a bit curious as to what that was. "So, I don't think we ever told each other our names. I'm Richard Johnson, Head of Division 6." He hesitated, this was a situation where she didn't know who he was. But he'd have to face it soon, there were no way out of it currently. He smiled, and tilted his head. "I just got the position. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand. "So, what are you looking for?"

 

[IFS]

"I just got the position. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand. "So, what are you looking for?"

Her eyes went wide with shock when he stated his position, "I, I was looking for a bandage sir, for your shoulder, I uh, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you sir, I'm Mary Guerir, I'm sure you've seen my file by now."

She wasn't sure how to handle this, she had never met him before and he was not what she had expected at all. She supposed she should figure out how best to tell him about her request, but first she would need to see if he already knew about it.