A Memory Faded

[Spectre]

As much as they tried, there wasn't much they did before Hemlock started eyeing everything incessantly, watching the operatives as they did their work. Continually accompanied by his XO, she remained the single force keeping him grounded to reality. In one event, where an operative was pulling signaling data from the bridge terminals, he seemed to very nearly lose his temper, but Reyes' interference belayed it from going too far.

When it came time for the medical tests, most of the crew participated willingly. In fact, it almost seemed like Hemlock and about two others were the only ones aboard who had any problem with it. The medical tests wouldn't take long, given that the crew itself was about half the usual capacity of a standard cruiser, and even Hemlock didn't show much resistance, but only after it was explained to him what they were doing.

"See? It wasn't that bad.." Reyes said to him, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuredly. "At least my sinuses are cleared.." He took a large breath in, exhaling. The hallways near medical were lined with numerous biohazard bins, likely the operatives' way of being prepared for what they'd feared they'd find. "Scatter their junk all of the floor... Hmph. Seems they don't know what a broom is.."


Some of the operatives investigating eventually made their way into Hemlock's quarters, where they made some interesting discoveries. Notably out of place within the Navy Officer's study was a beret stamped with the insignia of the Order, alongside a slightly tattered book with the Eye of Ra on the front cover and a small model of the O.C.V. Osiris. Nothing much else stood out, and the room was fairly well kept, as was the standard. The beret and book sat on his desk, accompanied by what seemed like his medal rack for his dress blues and his cap to go alongside them.

"Agent. We've located some interesting items within the CO's quarters. Order in origin. Mark for retrieval? They look to be personal."