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[h2]Thursday Morning[/h2][/center]

	After spending what felt an eternity filling out paperwork the day before, Talia partially dreaded returning to Sector X. She had thought about banging her head on the desk many times, and was sure she had fallen asleep while filling out a form on medical history. At least, as she had hoped, [url=https://s3-eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/bowwowtimes/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/b3d3b922be04fbc3fbde50ce9d68796c.jpg]Kalik[/url] had proven an excellent excuse to return to the outside world a couple times… one of those trips for her sake, and not Kalik’s.
	That morning, after an unsuccessful hour of trying to coax her cats out from beneath the couch and half-heartedly convince Kalik he should not come to work with her again, she had headed to the storage units once more on foot, the husky mix eagerly at her side. A couple squirrels followed her most of the way, until Kalik grew irritated with them and chased them off.
	[color=5ffb17][i]I don’t know how moles can stand it,[/i][/color] she thought as she waited for one of the elevators in Sector X, a half-full plastic coffee cup she had picked up the previous evening in hand. She pulled her phone out, double-checking the time to be sure she still had a while before she had to be to training. [color=5ffb17][i]Whoever decided to build this place underground should be fired.[/i][/color]
	One of the elevator’s sounded, and a down arrow above the doors lit up.
	She, Kalik, and a handful of others entered the elevator. Noticing her floor number was already lit, she busied herself with making sure she remembered the directions to the conference room. [color=5ffb17][i]Who was it with, again? Kyle…[/i][/color] She bit the inside of her cheek as she tried to remember his last name. [color=5ffb17][i]Rodgers![/i][/color] She suppressed a self-satisfied smile.
	Down, down they went. Two men got off on the same floor as her, but went in other directions. She muttered her directions under her breath as she went. Finally reaching what she hoped was the correct door, she took a deep breath and entered.
	Though she was the first one there, florescent lights already shone brightly down on a long table surrounded by ten chairs. Thin carpet spanned the floor, and textured wallpaper plastered the walls of the small, windowless room in earthy browns. Besides a smartboard that took up most of one wall, the room was rather plain. 
	[color=5ffb17]“Claustrophobia central,”[/color] she muttered, making Kalik look to her, his ears twitching. She frowned at the room’s color code. [color=5ffb17]“Maybe it would actually [i]help[/i] to be a mole…” [i]Don’t think I’ve been a mole before,[/i][/color] she added silently, resolving to give it a try sometime soon.
	She went to the wheeled chair at the end of the table closest to the door, placed her purse and coffee cup down, and sat. She looked at the smartboard for a moment as Kalik sniffed at the floor around the chairs within the range of his leash.
	Realizing the chair spun and wishing she had thought to bring something to do, Talia loosely tied Kalik’s leash to a table leg—mostly for show—pushed away from the table, and started to spin. Kalik paused in his sniffing to watch her, his head cocked and one ear raised, then went to smell the nearest chairs as the two waited for others to arrive.