Snippet #1956224

A double shift. Brilliant, just what she wanted out of life.

Operative Fox stood in front of her locker, tying her hair back into a low ponytail, hoping to keep it from her face....and minimize the likelihood of anyone getting a handful of it. She was a tall, quite athletic woman, a form built through honest work...as supposed to any sort of deliberate training. In some ways she still had that...although working on the ranch was considerably different from manning such a place.

It was certainly more dangerous.

She drew her kevlar vest from the locker and strapped it around her torso, checking the velcro fastenings with care that there wasn't a gap left that someone could stick a shard of glass or a stolen scalpel. It seemed clear. Her stab vest had saved her enough times that she didn't like going on duty without it...not that it'd help her against powers though.

Finally she hooked her cross pendant from the top shelf, saying a quick prayer before clipping it round her neck and stuffing it into her shirt. An appeal for protection could not hurt considering the sort of things she faced every day.

Suited and booted, Lyda Fox made her way out of the locker room to take a loot at the rota. It had a tendency to change in a rather erratic fashion. 'Fox, L.: Pick up 24, transport to Interaction.'
Simple enough.


Lyda made her way to Doctor Beckett's laboratory. That was generally one of her least favorite times of the day....despite being one of the safest. Beckett had something of an attitude, and she didn't really care for it. On the bright side, at least the subject in question was pretty easy to deal with. Caddie was always pretty placid, if not friendly.

If only more of them could be like that.

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An old, halogen bar light buzzed somewhere overhead, its light failing to bring a healthy illumination in the room, bathing it in more of a sickly grey, metallic sort of glow. The room was quite small and unadorned, the linoleum floor starting to come away slightly from the concrete beneath, and small chips of paint beginning to pull away from the plaster. It was far from squalid, but had a sort of under-tended quality to it.

Caddie sat on the edge of the table, swinging her bandaged feet back and fourth while she held onto the layers of gauze and tape fastened over her ribs. It was hidden by her dress, though she doubtlessly felt it. Beckett's latest 'adjustment', of which there had been many. She'd gotten fairly used to her form being altered. She couldn't count the number of changes...not that that meant a lot considering how prone she was to forgetting things.

Doctor Beckett was sweeping about in the middle distance, busying herself with some other matter of great importance. Their relationship was not a hostile one...though neither was it an especially close one. They had a mutual agreement to a degree. Caddie behaved herself and tolerated the acts of vivisection exacted on her, and in return she was allowed a measure of freedom, insofar that she could wander around Beckett's laboratory when it suited her.

She tipped her head back, gazing up at the halogen bar light overhead, lifting her hand in order to see the rays beam through the layers of crepe bandage, showing the shadows of her slender fingers beneath. She fancied if the light were brighter she might see further...to the muscles and tendons beneath.

The Lonal was shaken from her reverie by a knock on the door.

Lyda stepped through moments after, much to the chagrin of Doctor Beckett, who looked over in distaste.
"Can I help you?"

"Miss Beckett, I got orders to take 24 over here to interaction."

The Doctor rolled her eyes irritably.
"That's Doctor Beckett to you, Fox. I didn't study for nearly a decade to be called 'Miss."

Lyda bit the inside of her cheek, deciding not to rise to it.
"Alright Doctor Beckett, can I take her now?"

"Fine. Go ahead."



Lyda rather gratefully let the Good Doctor get back to her good works, and turned her attention to the girl perched on the edge of the table.
"C'mon, hurry up. I'm due up on floor D in ten minutes. Don't wanna upset the boss man." Lyda responded.

Caddie hopped over to the guard and followed her into the corridor. They walked along quietly, and the Lonal made no attempt to run off of go after Lyda. She never did. In general Caddie could be trusted to behave herself, and so Miss Fox was happy to let her guard down.

Soon they reached the interaction room and Lyda snapped her cardkey through the lock before allowing the subject to step in.

Caddie looked round with a start as the door shut, giving a dull metallic thud. She discovered herself in a room, facing several other people. She had some recollection of one or two of them, but the young woman's general social ineptitude didn't really make for a very productive time when she was called to interact with her kin.

Leant forwards, one hand to her ribs...which felt a little..unstable for lack of a better word, she lifted her hand and gave a tentative wave to the others.
"Hi there!" she greeted, taking on a characteristically upbeat tone.
"My name's um...Cadwyn...Caddie...everyone calls me Caddie...not that there's that many everyone....there's Mis- Doctor Beckett...and Miss Fox....and...you three...so...you can call me Caddie."

She had rather a tendency to ramble, especially when nervous, and this sort of thing made her nervous. Generally, she was pretty certain of what was expected of her...but this interaction thing....she was never quite sure what she was supposed to be doing.