The ship, probably prepared for him wasn't among the other craft landed around, but was on a separate pad for maintenance. It wasn't new, it wasn't shiny and it he seemed to be repaired one time after another since the 800th, but it seemed to be able to fly. A short man in red-green overall was smoking and whistling something familiar while rummaging somewhere at the tail of it and it all seemed to be an idyllic picture from album of social realism art.
Apparently, that Gaian with a stern look and a rifle, leaned back against the Eagle's nose, as well as the other one that keep an eye on Shroud from the entrance to hangar he used were part of composition of the place. Two Gaians exchanged a couple of breif phrases via communicators and the second one let out a chuckle. They weren't trying to stop Shroud, they were just keeping an eye on him.
[font=Agency FB]Eyes. Eyes watching. Another snippet of Shroud's memory suddenly returned. He had to act fast, time was running out. Grab the knife... become one with the shadow... no one shall see, no one shall hear. Through the window passage, up the ladder, jump from roof to roof, through the ventilation system... almost there.
KNIFE STRUCK!
[color=#1E90FF]"Wha- what just..." Shroud leaned on some cargo-crates short on breath, sweaty hands. He was feeling sick, he didn't knew what he just saw. "Back to the medical" he reassuringly said to himself and rushed for the same bed he had previously been laying on. That comfortable, cosy bed.
The same young nurse of Kusari origin in the same room was carefully taking the temperature of a girl somewhere in her middle twenties, sleeping in the bed at the side of room opposite to one where Shroud's place was. The girl's face was pale, with shadows under the eyes like and she looked terribly tired - even now, even sleeping on a drip.
Almost in the same second as Shroud opened the door, the nurse hushed at him and gestured to his new roommate, without a word expaining that he needs to be quiet because of young lady and her health. Then she motioned to the tray on the table at Shroud's bed and dissapeared in the doorway with a magic face. On the tray there were pills and sandwiches in boxes. Not the most healthy food, but suddenly, not a paste.
Shroud and girl were left in the room all alone with the exception of those little cameras built in the celling over every bed to observe the patients with ease.
[font=Tahoma] The beautiful and clever Ambrosia Garcia was lying on one of the several beds in the room. She was all alone. There is a reason for that. She's very aggressive nowadays and unpredictable so she needs to be left alone. She loves other people's company...mostly.
[font=Tahoma] She slowly woke up when the stranger entered the room. "Her room."
[font=Tahoma]Who the hell are you!? -She asked harshly. She sat up on the bed and the blanket fell off her breasts. After like 5 seconds she realised what the hell happened, screamed and pulled the blanket back on her.
[color=#33CCFF] Get the hell outta' here! Now! -She started throwing random things at the stranger as fast as she could.
[font=Agency FB]Shroud was in no position to start a fight, and frankly he wasn't that much of an aggressive person either. Feeling a little bit embarrassed over catching her by surprise, and in the way that she was seen he shielded himself from the incoming hail of random objects and tried to look for a way to calm her down.
[color=#1E90FF]"Umm..." You could tell by the look on his face that he was blushing. "Please, stop. It wasn't my intention to scare you!" Desperately making an effort to establish peace between the two. "I was put here as well, I don't know why though... just feeling bad."
She stopped throwing things at the man because she got tired so early. She started shouting instead.
I do -not- care! Who are you!?
She started searching her tachyon blaster but it has been confiscated by the nurses or Sequoia.
[color=#33CCFF] Where is my gun!? Did you take it!? Answer me! Or else I'll kill you with this...
Grabbed some random thing. It was made of metal and it was shiny. Rosie thought that it's a knife but she was wrong. It was a small fork.
Fork!
She shouted harshly and started poking towards the stranger who was still stunned by the rain of randomness that hit him like one minute ago. Now a psycho is threatening him with a fork. This is definetely not his best day.
[font=Agency FB]Simply shocked, Shroud was unable to respond. He stood there literally frozen by everything that was going on. It went too fast and well... he just couldn't handle it.
[color=#1E90FF]"A gun... umm... well.. I don't really... well you know... fork?"
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