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Main Surgical Ward, Med Force General, Room 3
The more that they worked, the more they found. It was evident that whoever did this to her wanted her dead which began to raise conversation amongst the surgical team. Broken bones. It would be broken ribs that pierced her lung more than the piece of metal that found its way into her chest cavity. Jarring in the cockpit of her ship resulted in broken facial bones. Her right wrist and forearm were broken as well and ligaments required re-attachment. This would keep the team busy.
"Someone really didn't like her," commented someone on the team.
"Apparently not," replied the surgeon. "Suction, please."
A ligament was re-attached.
"I know this, she's going to be here awhile," stated the surgeon, "the advantage of this base's seclusion helps."
Med Force General DNA Lab
"Are you sure about this?" asked the lead tech.
"Completely," replied the technician. "I ran the results twice to be sure."
The lead tech sighed. "Find John. He's the only one who can explain this."
