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Grace walked up towards the Barracks, a woman her age normally isn't seen towards a barracks at least not for the reasons she's walking towards it. She's late and she knows it, feeling kinda awkward as she packed light. As she enters she hopes her looks will put a smile on someone. "Uh, hello everybody. I'm Grace Hudson, I just got here ready to volunteer." She immediately blushes, sighs and turns. Well don't I sound like a wanton woman from one of my trashy romance novels. She thinks. She walks out of the barracks and tries to introduce herself yet again.

"I'm Grace Hudson and I'm ready to serve my dear." She says. She pauses and taps someone on a shoulder. "Excuse me my dear sir, did I sound too matronly for someone like me?" She asks. Anybody seeing her do this has realized while she's a pretty face that has some skills, it's not in the combat scenario, on the field or inspiring people. That or just a woman that is obsessed with her image.

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I'm not really going to go to the barracks, that would be silly

The nicer area of New Philly might almost be confused with the cities that Tara hardly rememeber this early in the morning. People where milling about and, despite the feeling of a near security there was also a vibe of being unwanted and welcome to nearly everyone who dare cross these streets.

I'm just going for a walk. Towards the barracks

She had been up late the night before, shifting through the piles and piles of paper work and notes that had become her life. So different than what she had expected. She used to stay in the make-shift community homes of a burned out hotel, but lately it was easier for her to just stay at the research center and, if anyone cared, they didn't say anything. The research center lay on the invisible boarder between the crooks and victims and was almost universally left alone.

With...all my stuff that would be worth taking on a trip... like this one.

Hanging in her left hand was the message that had been passed around the city like a plague. Although it had existed for less than an hour, it was already more than common knowledge. A chance to cross through the fog, to areas all but lost to New Philly, save the maps that boasted of a much larger world. Like the map she kept pinned on her wall in the lab, carefully marked a larger square of 'Colorado'. A target really.

As she crossed through the gate, she let out a breath of relief. The slums weren't the most pleasant of places at the best of times and these were far from those. Tara knew many girls who went through great lengths to keep themselves unnoticed in those areas. From dressing like boys to acting like old women. Tara never bothered. Just pulled her hood up, kept her eyes forward and always ready to run.

A few quick questions towards anxious looking guards sent her in the right direction. Inside a barrack ,there was a crowd of people that seems to clash horribly with the regulation of everything else the military had to offer. There were men of varying ages and a smattering of women. Some people she was certain couldn't have been older than 10 or 11 (those people were quickly rushed away). Yet, knowing what she did about the population of New Philly, the amount who showed was pathetic, but not surprising.

"And you are?" came a sharp voice from a man in an army regulated uniform.

"Tara Bales. Researcher, she said, pulling down her hood. "I'm here to volunteer"