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Though her focus was on the task at hand, she was loosely able to keep track of what was going on behind her. There was no form of anaesthetic, none that she had found thus far, and the poor man had to suffer the repeated piercing of his skin as she stitched the skin together. Even when she had cleaned it out she could see his body react to the probing, and Elmina found herself feeling a little sorry for the male. It was her one downfall, that compassionate side. It was why she had extensively looked into the security members whose lives she had ended. It was the norm for single and unattached men and women to take up jobs within the UN and Prime, as it was a consuming career path. Once you were in, they owned you and there was no time for family life. But it wasn’t uncommon for a few to have secret families, and there was some form of conscience within her.

It was hard to justify such horrific crimes, and Elmina had thought long about the path she had planned to take. But it was a choice, the lives of a few or the lives of the many. And though she had lived her whole life under the UN banner, she had admiration and pity for those who fought under the numerous rebel flags. 

Bringing herself back out of memory she completed her task before she dressed the newly stitched sight and wrapped the bandage around, before she packed away what was left, looking up to the man as he thanked her and then introduced himself as Joe. She was somewhat reluctant to reveal her true name, after years of her surname holding terror over people she tended to avoid a full introduction. “No worries” She said as she got to her feet and brushed herself down and offered him a brief yet cautionary smile. “Elmina” She said to him before looking back to the huddled group.

“This isn’t going to end well” She breathed as she looked about, the accumulation of attitudes and bold personalities was transporting her back to basic training back in her early days. She walked forwards to the group, about to talk when two more men entered the seen, one sporting another wound, a large tear across his face. “Bring him over here” Elmina said to the older man who aided him, the blonde once more going back to the rushed mess of the pack. 

Once the man was seated, she crouched at his side and tilted his head to the side, her eyes narrowing as she tried to take in just how deep the injury ran. At the mention of helicopters and tanks, Elmina shook her head and looked to the man she was tending. “Excuse me a second” she said before getting up and looking about the assemble, just as another entered the scene. He a brute of a man, inked designs crossing his face and his size the largest she had seen in a man. She watched him, seemingly unintimidated by his crass nature, although immediately more wary of him than any other here she quickly spoke again before a riot began.

“You all need to kill it with the attitude, all right?” Elmina spoke, looking around her before she sighed. “Look, is anyone here good with computers? If so than there is a chance we can get into the system up in the command centre and find out what happened and where we are before the generator runs out. There is also food storage up there, and no one is getting fair in this terrain without water!” She added, for the moment holding everyone’s attention. She moved back to the man and took position at his side, repeating the process of wiping away access blood before applying the same pressure.

“And believe me, no one is coming” Elmina added. She knew how the system worked, Prime had eyes and ears on every inch of this world, and it was how no one could ever get away with anything. Something like this would not be ignored; they would be all over them before they even woke up. But also, the Apox wouldn’t have failed, or been allowed to crash down like this. Something was incredibly wrong and fucked up about this whole situation. “Wherever we are, Prime isn’t watching”.
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