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Quartermain walk into the training room. There was a small metal choker around her neck. You couldn’t fully see if from a distance, as her uniform collar covered it. Only up close could you see it.
She walked over to the Drill Sargent, first class.
“Sargent, Cadet Collar will not be joining you in training for two days. Today and tomorrow. She was injured this morning and needs the time to heal form her wounds. If anyone one has an issue with this, there are talk with me ore Alder. Whoever available”.
“is that all, Sargent Quartermain”.
“it is”. She stood waiting for being dismissed. Seeing this the Drill Sargent quickly dismissed her.
Both Abigail and Tally noticed this interaction. Once she was gone move up to their Drill Sargent as there called for them.
“Quartermain has informed me your unit mate Collar will not be joining us. You will be pair up for the day and tomorrow until she returns. Is that understood”.
“yes, ma’am” there said together.
*****
Petra looks down at her the folder she had made, of everything she could quickly gather on the Camarilla. The file titled, (the nomads rescue). She also had Izadora work and some of what Raelle had said too.
Lucky for them, the black ops time, have been stationed at fort Salam for the last four mouths. So, it was easy to get them together. And so, she did. Petra enters and unknown location with fort Salam, her folder in hand. She straightens her uniform even though it didn’t need to be.
She checks out her surrounding and shout out loud, “attention”.
Quickly several man and women come rushing out of the corner of the room and fell in line in front of Petra.
“you have orders, The Camarilla have returned, and are attack a nomad tribe called the Trim. Your mission is to rescue as many as possible. If that means to stay with them, until the treat is gone. Then so be, I have a folder with everything we know about the new Camarilla. You will get ready a depart, you can read the folder on your travel, your direct officer, General Stone will meet you at the ‘know way home’ basic.”
She looked at them all, making sure there revised, “any questions”.
All together there stomp their feet, “no sir”.
With that she dismissed the while give their team leader the folder. Leaving them to get their equipment and head of toward the airport where the plane was waiting for them.
*****
Sarah sits back in her chair; this morning has been. More intents than she thought it would be. Her daughter, nearly killing someone, to get answers, where did she gone wrong in her training to think that was ok. To almost kill, someone who she was only half sure wasn’t spree.
She picked up the only phone in the area. The others where in the main entrance of all buildings. She knows this number of by heart, the phone rang out.
“RING” … “RING”
The phone finally was pick up, with waiting for them to respond, “put, General Stone.”
It was a moment before the line was redirected, she recognised the sound of the line changing.
A well-spoken women picked up the line, her Cession drawl coming out in voice. A woman how not afraid of her history or her origins, “this is General Stone”.
“this is Alder, I have a mission, The Camarilla have returned. The team has been assembled as we speak”.
“what the key this I need to know, over the phone”.
“Cadet Raelle Collar/Stone informed of their them. I need a deep dive, after the Mission you will have your team. Dig in every corner and find them. The Trim are earth as Bellweather are sky”.
General Stone if Alder could see her. Would have seen her body stiffen with the last apart. But kept that out of her speak, “I will come to you and debrief you in person after the mission”.
“may the goddness protect you and the Trim.”
The phone cut out after that”.
*****
It was late in the day; she didn’t know what time. And right know she didn’t care. Her body was tried, her mind however was not. But still, she just laid in bed. Only when she moved a little did she noticed that her boots are gone and her jacket too.
And a cover was over her. She rolled to her side and looked out into her room. She didn’t notice anything different. She was about too full back asleep when her stomach grumbled. With a small groan she pushed the covers of her and climb out of bed.
Her bare feet touching the floor send shiver up her body. She looked around the room again there on her desk was a letter address to her. With a smile, knowing it was from Tally she moved over to check it out.
-Hay, it Tally.
We were told that you were in recovery. That today and tomorrow you’re not coming to training. I really hope that your ok. Me and Abigail by the way changed to, removed your jacket and boots. I hope you don’t mind.
Libba is waiting for you. If it still today and you’re reading this, then at 9pm. Meet her there.
Love Tally-
She couldn’t stop the smile from forming. She looked over at the clock. It was 6:30pm. She had been asleep for hours; she think she fell asleep around 11am.
‘still have time for a shower and a small snack’.