[Patrol : Two]

[flowers_suck]

[Morning: 851 Goldberg]

[In the early morning, Olivier sits on the porch waiting for the delivery from the milkman. Today, she will take responsibility for drinking the milk. Not that she really wants to, but if it kills her, then that's one less day in this truth-forsaken place.  And, if any of her houesmates challenge her, she will ask them if

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[unexculpable]

[Well there's a face he hadn't expected to see. He FREEZES. Wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole somewhere. ]

... General Armstrong?

omg ikr

[unexculpable]

[he claps his hands and touches the wall. nothing.]

Unfortunately not. Don't have a weapon either, but I'm better at hand to hand anyway.

[flowers_suck]

She nods, feeling like it's her duty as the highest ranking officer from home to protect him.

If you need anything, you can find me here, or at 851 Goldberg.