Sakamoto Ryoma

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Ishikawa's face turned serious again, remembering why they even were in this desolate place. He turned to face the admiral.

"How long will it take until we've verified that she's fine?"

"It shouldn't be long. Meanwhile, please remember, if you try anything strange, you might get shot.
So. Please throw away that icecream and let us finish so that we can all relax."

She finally sighed and left the ice cream on a table. She then followed the medics to another room separated by a large plexibay. Sakamoto walked near it and watched while the medics asked her to lie on a table.
Ishikawa walked over to the admiral and watched the procedure.

"How can they even test if she's herself? And what exactly are those things anyway?"

The admiral's face darkened as he talked about that subject.

"According to the intel I was able to gather, a large specter scanning technology is enough to detect it.
The people infected become puppets.
They host an alien form inside their body that slowly takes over their own body.
A terrible fate.
A fate that may have happened to our new Head of the Navy.
Or to your wingmate."