"Flashback"

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Frak. Gun. She knew.
Dennis' mind raced. He saw the Hauptmann, his wife's torn flightsuit in hand. A look up the corridor right and left of him let him breathe a little easier, however.
"Because this is none of your concern, Hauptmann. No offense, but an ongoing investigation by the SOA isn't exactly something young women like you should stick their heads in. They might get their cute little parts in things too dirty for a pretty thing like you.", he responded, dryly. His attitude had changed significantly to when Anna had spoken to him earlier, And soon, she'd find out why.
He let the door open further, to reveal two muscular, stone-faced men. Black uniform. Internal security of the SOA. The ones dealing with political disobedience. He looked up to one of them, and took a step back. "You better leave now, Hauptmann. And while you're at it. I don't think you should keep Nika in mind. She's somewhere... better now"
He walked off the scene without any further comment. Sure, the promotion hadn't come in yet, but right now, this was enough. The Quartermaster had promised him that the SOA would take care of everything from here. Hopefully, this included snooping young upstarts who didn't know their place.
The thought sent a sting through his mind, though. The betrayal he felt for Nika running off hurt, even though she was very likely dead by now, rotting in some gutter in the lower decks - after all, he was pretty sure that his cut had hit bone when they'd fought two days back. He justified his hurting by explaining to himself that she had, after all, been his wife. Loved ones betraying hurt, after all.