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Arcturus Hale
Location:  Sci-Tech Building 4 - Medical Ward
Skills: N/A

Before, Arcturus had thought it had been a quirk of the program, a glitch, and if not that then someone's musings on HYDRA. Now he knew the truth. Riviera hadn't been a friend of his, so there was know way he could have known. Or, well, he might have had a way now, but he held a great distaste for the idea of invading another person's private mental sanctum to uproot all their darkest secrets, although he could make exceptions for those affiliated with terrorists.

This intrusion happened on SHIELD's watch. How could they not know one of their prospective agents was working for the enemy? That alone concerned him the most.

He paused, briefly, in his musings on the organisation's security measures when he heard the belated news of Antoine's untimely end. Deeply uncomfortable with death as a concept and unsure of how one usually comforted friends through the sudden onset of grief, given that he'd never experienced it first-hand, Arcturus wisely decided to stay quiet for now on Niah's loss. Rhodes had that covered. Antoine was not someone Arc new well, but everyone brought in to undergo the transformation were competent at the very least.

When they settled into their new roles, or during a quiet moment in the following days, he would bring it up with Niah –– in private. For now, he offered her a sympathetic frown, as no words came to mind, and squeezed her shoulder as he passed by to see the rankings.

Alpha Team, huh. Just one more thing to worry about: expectations. Not that he was complaining. While he would miss Nikolova, Arc was just glad to have Agent Abercrombie's competent leadership to look forward to.

Arcturus Hale
Location:  Sci-Tech Building 4 - Medical Ward
Skills: Telepathy

As he removed the headset and placed it gingerly on what felt like a solid surface to his right, Arc kept his eyes closed and counted down from twenty, soaking in all the new sensations in his head. It seemed like the Framework deadened his telepathic reach to those who weren't in it: a masterwork of programming, if his guess was correct. Either way, there were more agents compacted in the lab than ever before: anxious thoughts over one's performance in the mission, words of relief that it was all over (though those might have been his own), and urgent whispers sounding righteously angry from outside the room.

But then someone greeted the room, and it definitely wasn't in his head. "Morning––and something like that. It almost worked out, but I suppose not well enough to make, 'I love it when a plan comes together,' appropriate," Arc quipped with a rueful chuckle, after identifying the cheery voice as Sami Rhodes, from Operations.

Arc opened his eyes and refocused his gaze on the equipment in the medical lab, shoving the spike of disorientation to the back of his mind. Others were waking up, had woken up already by the sounds of it, and he kept his tone light despite the partial success of the mission. That meant it had also been a partial failure. Catching Nikolova's eye, he grinned in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "Let's do it again sometime, Nikolova. Infiltration was... fun. Yeah, let's go with that."

Arc reached down to absently pick at the injury on his arm, only to find smooth, unblemished skin there. He immediately swung his legs over the edge of his bed as if to get going. Perhaps his next throwaway comment was made with some lingering instinct to 'buy friendship', but he reckoned a night out with Abercrombie would be a hell of an experience, and getting to know the others better – especially Nikolova, a kindred spirit if ever he found one – seemed to be a net positive. While the others were awakening, he offered, "Drinks on me, when we next get a chance. That is, if S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't already have beer on tap waiting for us on the other side of that door." He rolled his eyes and pushed himself up. His legs felt stiff with disuse, but that was unsurprising: he'd been in a medically-induced coma for a considerable length of time, and the Framework was only virtual reality.

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