Threats from within.

[Exile]

Two days later, 22:34 PM GAT

Swoosh. The doors to Julie's quarters slid open. The place was slightly limunated. Most of the light seemed to come from a large screen with Julie infront of it. Her head was lowered and her hands were sliding through her hair non stop. The kind of action you'd expect from some one greatly, greatly confused.

'Julie?' A silence filled the air, no responce. 'Julie!' I quietly shouted across the room. She jumped up, obviously didn't know I was there. 'W-w-what, door, wha-'. 'You left it unlocked...'. She seemed confused, alot. She didn't look like the strong ex-military woman I have flown and worked with the past weeks. More like a confused paranoi schizofrenia patient. She looked at me for a few seconds, then ploffed down on her perfectly made bed. I walked into the room and sat down next to her. 'Julie..What..Wh-..Are you alright?'

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