Corruption III: The Doctor’s Care
Fareeha took her helmet off and placed it on the ground, unable to really process the strange turn of events. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“Some of that’s my fault,” the doctor said as she shook her hair out of the tight bun she’d been wearing, then gathered it into a loose ponytail. “This would have been easier if my request to have you as my bodyguard had gone through.” “That was odd,” Fareeha said with a frown. “I may have security experience, but Brigitte was better suited for the job. Especially since my rocket launcher isn’t really helpful indoors.”
Doctor Brikmaker (or whoever she really was) laughed at that, and Fareeha couldn’t shake the impression of familiarity she’d gotten since they’d met their VIP the day before. “I suppose that’s true. Besides,” she gestured to the gardens, and the horizon beyond. “You’ve always been at your best like this, haven’t you? Commanding the skies. Observing the battlefield.”
“It’s how I protect my team,” Fareeha said in a weak voice. The more the doctor spoke, the more lost she felt. “Please, I’m sorry, but...have we met before?”
“Oh yes,” the Doctor said with a grin. “But perhaps it would be a bit easier if I looked like this?”
Her body seemed to ripple with violet light, like the Talon hacker’s camouflage, and when the light faded…
“Angela?!”
