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Log: March 31st 2011 1:27...


Catherine slowly awoke from her bunk, gazing at the concrete wall of her room. She yawned in tiredness, because she couldn't sleep again tonight. The nightmares were coming back, one that was reoccurring. Catherine stretched and yawned once more, putting on her jacket. The temperature was 64 degrees, just the way she liked it. Catherine walked over to her desk, sat in a steel chair, and took out a pen and paper. She began writing her thoughts, with what dull light she had in the room. The room itself was small in capacity, only enough room for one more person. There was a dresser that held Catherine's garments, as the adjacent closet held all of her uniforms. The air was stiff, but Catherine didn't mind. The underground base was her home now, and she was wise not to complain about it. After all, her other home was destroyed by the war.

The Screen Buzzed to life, a long red line with a black backround covered with smaller screens analizing data at a quicker pace than anything. "Lieutenant, We have searched Killroy's file for his hideput, aperently it wasn't listed, would you like something else?" The line Moved leveling the sound pitch, the obvious digital female voice spoke with clarity.
" Just.. Keep looking." Said Mikhail, his hand gripped tighter around the handgun at his belt, the skin twitched with irritation as a suden rise in blood tempurture took over, He lifted the rifle and released shots into the concrete wall.

Mikhail didn't look up, he just put his pencil down and grabbed his hair. " would it matter if I stopped?" He looked at the screen, quickly he began to put his helmet back on. "мы должны искать личные файлы из ближайших людей Килрой в NADM." He realized he spoke in Russian, but did not go to correct himself. He looked at Elise, Gave a small smile. " do you remember when this all started?"

Mikhail enjoyed the fact someone cared, he looked at the maps. how long have I been here? he wondered. He felt the small stubble on his chin. then rose and walked out of the room. In full gear, he went to the firing range and released several clips of ammo down the range. He was Satisfied, yet something haunted him.

Looking around the underground base, his new home with a straight face his clear yellow eyes shifitng throughout the room, darting from person to person. His black longcoat drifting behinde him, occasionally adjusting his right arm, a fully mechanical heavily armoured artifical limb, like the rest of his body. He stepped gently into the mess hall and found an empty quiet table, alone he sat down looking to the ceiling enjoying his moments of solitude, occasionally shifting his eyes to what seemed like the other new recruits, cocky, young, arrogant. He wasn't one to brag within war, when something monumental happens nothing can stop his motor mouth, but small things he didn't care for. Grimacing slightly at the youthfull recruits, darting onto his feet, looking around once more, noticing a woman who seemed more professional than the other soldiers in the hall, walking gently towards her, calling to her "Hey there, ya know where Mikhail is?" his non-uniformed body showed alone he was new to the base, looking around slightly interested occasionally then back at her. "I'm a friend don't worry, if you don't trust me that is."

Catherine looked up from her meal to the stranger, and nodded. She examined his uniform. Finally satisfied that he was not a foe, she replied sweetly, "Unfortunately, I don't know where Mikhail is. I just came from the control room just talking to him. Would you like to sit down? Maybe you can tell me by what you meant when you said if I didn't trust you." She proceeded to finish the remains of her breakfast, and leaned inward to what this person had to say. "Actually, first you can start by stating your name and rank, if you don't mind that is."

Catherine smirked and replied, "I'll agree that this place is massive, and yet I only like the places that can entertain me." She shrugged to the group of idiots trying to balance plates on their heads. "How are they today? Have you looked up their files recently?"

" hmm, let me think, one of our leader's is dead, my brother is missing, Im In the middle of controlling a civil war, couldn't be better, comrade." Mikhail Realized his ignorance, He was rude. He stood and left, going back to the control room with his food, as he left, he fired a shot at the glass pitcher on a table, shattering it in peices.