Aftermath

[Mildred Wolfe]

Heads turned, jaws dropped, and the work environment of ames' hangar stopped as the retrofitted Z-Series Sabre swooped on in without notice. The engines, weapons, and shielding looked at least a decade ahead of their times. Though everyone knew what they were about to whitness, no one had the courage to cough up a single word or gesture. Lane Hackers didn't make in-person appearances unless they deemed it necessary. Mildred was breaking that streak as a Lane hacker, warfare lead - and now a Professor.

No one touches it, or they'll be snorting this for the rest of their lives. Si? She said to the deck officer, waving a Cardamine capsule in his face. Shaking as if he were freezing to death, he composed himself for just long enough to nod at the Lane Hacker before turning away and ordering everyone to continue. Mildred took a hit from the capsule as she started to walk off. Where's the armory? She said as she walked away. Just kidding I know where it is. The deck officer exhaled in relief as she finally exited the hangar.

The meeting had already gotten underway, the guards already knew who she was. No hassle was given over being locked and loaded, but that part was probably to be expected. The introductory phase had begun, Mildred was careful to hide behind everyone else. The tactical gear and arsenal decorating her flight suit didn't really work to her advantage but her height did. No one would notice the short Maltesian until someone called her out.