A meeting on Matsue base

[Bakamono]

The cell light flicked on '€“ the brightness was almost too much in contrast. Bleaching the world for a few moments. '€œGet up: you are being moved.'€ a mean looking man who was not the monk waited in the doorway.
'€œScrew you'€ the woman groggily replied.
With an annoyed grunt the man hauled Yuki to her feet by her clothing, and shoved her out into the welcome coolness of the corridor.

Another shove gave her the direction to move, the marines marched in formation around her. Sentry turrets swivelled and tracked the group as they trudged from manned bulkhead to bulkhead, halting at each for security verifications.

The group stopped at ablutions, two female marines peeled off and escorted Yuki inside. Allowing her no privacy, but welcome relief. Once clean, they handed her a generic looking grey track-suit and white vest, watched her re-dress, and escorted her back outside. The process was dull, but gave Yuki a chance to stretch her legs. Eventually the group entered the mess hall.

At the far end, the galley had a skeleton crew of only two cooks. The rest of the austere hall was deserted, save for the admirals table, surrounded by a squad of marines, stark black against the pale walls. The table was laden with plates and bowls containing steaming rice, fish, and cooked meat dishes - As well as desserts, pitchers and piping decanters.

'€œPlease, take a seat, help yourself.'€ the admiral said around a mouthful as she gestured at the table with a spoon.