4 Nov 09: Fallout
Monica sighed and closed out yet another email on her laptop and shifted slightly as her gaze moved slowly over the security monitors artistically scattered along the far wall. As exciting as things were in some areas, she always found peace and safety at home. Well, so long as Viktor is here.
Her green eyes finally landed on her half-packed bags and she sighed as her mind went into the rather self-destructive loop of worry and self-doubt that had been plaguing her since she had received her orders. Basic Training. Boot Camp. I am so doomed if this is anything like the movies and stories. Even Gabby could do push-ups before she left - I can manage like…5. So. Doomed.
The laptop dinged and the young Mekhet’s eyes quickly skimmed the new information, sighing as yet another thing that must be juggled with the month-long Boot Camp is brought up. She made a mental note as the quiet sound of fingernails against the keys filled the room while she typed her reply. Hmm, someone to go speak with the self-declared Brood? Giulianna. As soon as the message was sent she frowned at her own impulse - perhaps she was more irritated with Giulianna than she had wanted to admit to herself…