A Memory Faded

[Morosz]

"Sorry." Completly disregarding Hemlock's request Sader simply kept enjoying his cigarette. As he exhaled once again the door opened and the guards standing outside brought in two plates both with some sandwiches and some bottles of water. "Perfect timing. Just place them somwhere on the table then close the door after you left." The guards gave a quick nod and placed the plates on the table then quickly turned arround and left. "So medical reports so far suggest you are not infected, but i'm a bit worried about your current mental state. You show signs of PTSD wich given the circumstances is understandable. Especially now that you don't really know who to trust." He stood up and walked to the ashtray then dropped his cigarette into it. "If i had to guess. I would say you are curently still thinking wheter i'm your enemy or not. No suprise in that since i would do the same. Now. Earlier you mentioned you are pretty much retired. This is intresting since if you were conducting a mission you were in active service since if you retired before the mission you would have never got aboard this ship in the first place since as soon as you retire you are just another civilian."