Distortion

[Wesker]

Outpost 415Planet Weisbaden, Jötunheimr
05/17/827 AS, 00:00

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*Data transfer complete.* Heinrich took the small data drive and shoved it in one of her pockets. Lucien was helping her stow away some gear from the outpost. The outpost had been abandoned following the relocation of the SOA HQ and the Cologne offensive. All that remained were the fancy craft and the General's quarters. It almost seemed like a throne room, but all it carried were hateful memories. After years of being twisted and under the influence of an even more twisted experiment - Heinrich's brain had detached from the anger. It was still there, a part of her forever, but it didn't control her every action in the way it had for nearly fifteen years.

Alright, what's left to pack? Anna said as she shut off the display monitor and turned towards Lucien. Just this... whatever this sarcophagus is. Lucien replied in a curious tone. It's body armor, different types of body armor. I'm wearing one type right now. Lucien continued to push the large container into a slot built into one of the walls. It fed the contents down to the hangar bay, just nearby the ships. It was meant more for packages, but the container with all the body armor was just small enough to fit as well. Must be uncomfortable. He said as he backed off from the container, catching his breath for a second before he turned back towards Anna. Some things never change huh? I look even worse than before. Where we're going I know someone who can help you. I promise. Guess I really do look worse. Anna... I'm joking... I'm still capable of that you know. You're talking to the real me now. What changed? Anna paused for a second before facing Lucien. I told you, I'll explain everything once we're... wherever your "safe haven" is. You know, after I've finally gotten some rest, am comfortable, or you know... maybe after we've gotten comfortable. Right... one thing at a time. One thing at a time, Marquez. She repeated back with a playful tone, smirking slightly in the process.

-00:00 415 Airspace, planet Weisbaden-

Head to the coordinates I've sent you, submit this authorization code to anyone who approaches. It'll buy you a one-way ticket to the Jumphole we'll use to get out of here. Anna said over the private comm to Lucien. His Nephtyhs just broke the planet's escape velocity, everything seemed to be going well on his end. What are you doing?! He replied cautiously, halting his advance out of orbit for confirmation. The last logged area I was present was here. I need to make them believe I'm dead. I'm going to destroy the outpost. The extra craft? It's just off orbit, you should be close. You can tow it to the Jumphole before I activate the autopilot. It's programmed to navigate in-formation with Hessian vessels - not foreign. Anna pulled back the throttles and pushed the yoke to the port side - banking the ship to the left. With the Outpost locked on, she began to make her run. "Goodbye." She thought to herself, just a second later she watched as the facility went up in flames. There was nothing left but rubble, no way of tracing back.

Let's get out of here. She said following a few deep breaths, it was a difficult "Goodbye."