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She had been walking down the street for some time, quietly going over the last of the Underway Replenishment reports for her Command Carrier. As she walked she kept her gaze fixed on the clipboard, while a warrant officer was in tow.

"It shouldn't be more than another cycle, or two before the resupply is complete; though buying through fronts, and aliases has been taxing on our resources, sourcing everything locally has been a boon for our logistics." Warrant Officer Findlay reported, while Montrose nodded.

"I look forward to getting off this rock." She said, flipping the page in the report, and coming to a stop near a cart where someone appeared to be selling frozen treats.

"I'll arrange for transit back to the Command Carrier... Sir I wouldn't mind a frozen treat before we return." The Officer said, gesturing to the cart. Montrose offered a nod, and a smile. "You know... that doesn't sound half bad.. I've got a little bit of local currency left... what flavor do you want?" She asked.

"Suprise me." The Officer replied, taking the clipboard and turning to leave.

"I'll meet you at the spaceport, Admiral." He added.

"Right;" Montrose replied, handing the money to the vendor, and taking two ice cream cones. Thoughtfully, she began to lick, and bite into the ice cream treat while walking down the sidewalk. It didn't take long, but the woman found her legs starting to grow heavy, her vision starting to swim. She looked at the ice cream cone suspiciously. Perhaps she was in the sun too long? No... something wasn't right.

"Maybe i'll sit down..." She mumbled, as her stomach churned.

She stumbled into a storefront, or what she thought was a storefront, but happened to be a virtual reality arcade. The patrons inside were all immersed in their false worlds, with headphones, and headsets, blocking out the outside world.

Montrose found a nice plush couch, where her world went black.