Corruption III: The Doctorās Care
Fareeha took her helmet off and placed it on the ground, unable to really process the strange turn of events. āIām sorry, I donāt understand whatās going on.ā Ā
āSome of thatās my fault,ā the doctor said as she shook her hair out of the tight bun sheād been wearing, then gathered it into a loose ponytail. āThis would have been easier if my request to have you as my bodyguard had gone through.ā āThat was odd,ā Fareeha said with a frown. āI may have security experience, but Brigitte was better suited for the job. Especially since my rocket launcher isnāt really helpful indoors.ā
Doctor Brikmaker (or whoever she really was) laughed at that, and Fareeha couldnāt shake the impression of familiarity sheād gotten since theyād met their VIP the day before. Ā āI suppose thatās true. Besides,ā she gestured to the gardens, and the horizon beyond. āYouāve always been at your best like this, havenāt you? Commanding the skies. Observing the battlefield.ā
āItās how I protect my team,ā Fareeha said in a weak voice. The more the doctor spoke, the more lost she felt. āPlease, Iām sorry, but...have we met before?ā
āOh yes,ā the Doctor said with a grin. āBut perhaps it would be a bit easier if I looked like this?ā
Her body seemed to ripple with violet light, like the Talon hackerās camouflage, and when the light fadedā¦
āAngela?!ā















