Dr. Y hears the faint whirring of helicopter blades outside and runs out of the power station, obviously seeing nothing. John follows him outside.
"Doc?" asked John.
"Helicopters outside," said Dr. Y. "I thought it was Haven coming after us."
"Doc, not everything is out looking for you," said John. "Maybe you ought to rest for a bit."
"I don't need rest," simply said Dr. Y.
"Really?" asked John.
Dr. Y takes off his sunglasses, revealing pure green eyes.
"Oh," said John. "Well, I do, so... I'm turning in for the night. You and whoever you brought here ought to think about that, too."
John Connor walks back into the power station. Soon enough, Nikolai enters sleep mode while Terrus and Duma go off to sleep somewhere and Patches... well, she's busy somewhere else. I'm not entirely sure she needs sleep, either, since she's a robot and all. Dr. Y just sits on an overturned munitions crate and thinks back...
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Eleven or so years ago. Dr. Y was walking through his base when he heard fevered conversation from the research lab. Entering, he found a young blonde woman in a lab coat talking to another, older woman, this one clad in a flowing white robe with hair decorated to look like a tornado. The younger woman is working on disassembling a strange gun-type device with a large fan on the end.
"I dunno, Tempestra," said the blonde woman. "If people have guns that replicate your tornado powers, I'd be a bit more worried..."
"Oh, please," said Tempestra, the older woman. "They are mere toys compared to the true power of the winds! You ought not to worry so much, Mary!"
"I know, I know," said Mary, the younger woman, sheepishly. "But it's just when I don't focus, I forget about stuff, and when I forget about stuff, I get surprised, and when I get surprised I mess up, and I don't want to mess up working on this because then the doctor gets mad and..."
Mary then dropped a delicate-looking set of instruments.
"... Oops," said Mary.
Dr. Y cleared his throat. Tempestra calmly turns to face Dr. Y, while Mary, startled, jumps into the air and knocks the gun to the ground.
"AH! Sorry!" shouted Mary. "You just startled me, and I... Please don't be mad..."
"... I'm just disappointed," said Dr. Y.
"Sorry!" said Mary, not calmed down. "I know, I know, I need to be more careful if we're going to find out who did this, and..."
"What Mary here means to say," said Tempestra. "Is that she's working very hard on disassembling this tornado gun to figure out how it works. And I've been standing by to help her."
"You could be using this time training," pointed out Dr. Y. "Instead you-"
"Are doing a very good job," came a voice with a thick British accent behind Dr. Y.
Behind Dr. Y is Special Agent Black Jack, retired from the SAS and now aiding Dr. Y in setting up his White Platoon. Mary is again startled, tripping over her own feet.
"SORRY!" said Mary.
"You're building excellent camaraderie," said Black Jack. "A necessity for any team. You see, it doesn't matter how good any particular asset works. If it doesn't have good support, it's nothing. Now come on, doctor. Stop micromanaging these fine ladies."
Dr. Y is silent for a few seconds. Then...
"As you were," he said, walking off.