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Stepping outside was like walking to Hell it's self. It was atrociously hot, the sun was blazing white in the pristine azure sky, and the humidity made it feel as though she'd just plunged in to a diving pool. Laila made a face and continued on her errand. The base seemed unusually quiet for someone having just been brutally murdered. But then, she supposed, no one had been �murdered� while she'd been here. She made quick work of shopping, picking up a few of the �unidentifiable sodas� Sarah had mentioned. Back outside a few soldiers gave her a wide berth. She grumbled, they were so fickle.

Getting back to her lab she set her basket on the counter next to Bes and propped open a few windows. Laila eyed them appraisingly, and quickly sat a fan in one before taking her groceries back to her apartment and putting everything away. She contemplated the refrigerator for a moment, and fixed herself a salad. Having nothing better to do she returned to her lab, and began indexing her notes. A familiar scent caught her nose, breathing deeply, she began speaking �Hey... I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier... It was uncalled for... I was just hungry and irritable. You probably haven't done anything other than what you were ordered to.�

Laila was unsurprised when she received no response. He hadn't talked to her yet, not even after she had bitched him out for no reason, she doubted he would reply to an apology. She sat quietly reading and rewriting her notes, drawing references and numbering cases and appearances, she turned on her digital voice recorder, occasionally murmuring things at it. She could feel him watching her, sometimes the direction changing, even though she never heard him moving. He passed in front of the fan, his scent consuming her. She held on to a moan and looked up. The sun was just barely out of high noon position, offering her no shadow to look for, even though he was directly in front of a window. His line was still extremely difficult to make out, his form was still somewhat unnervingly large. Huge, even. His scent was becoming stronger the longer she looked at him, she was getting dizzy from the intensity, becoming aroused at the silent stare-down.

Laila nearly jumped out of her skin when a knock sounded at her door. �Sweet Jesus...� she gasped, touching her hand to her heart. She bade the visitor enter, shifting her gaze back to where her Apparition had been. He was gone, she sighed softly, returning to her notes. A very unwelcome voice interrupted her; �Ms. Acerbi,� she cringed at the mangling of her surname �I have further questions of you.�

Laila refused to look up �Ask away, Petty Officer.�

�Are you skilled in any hand to hand combat?�

She blinked a few times a sketch she couldn't quiet make out, �Yeah, I've been in Tai Chi for ages.�

�Tai Chi isn't a combative practice� Allen's ignorance irritated her.

�It is a martial art, practiced mainly for training musculature and encouraging balance. Its like yoga, only that it can be used for self defence, should the situation arise.� She strengthened a few lines on the sketch, bringing out the insect's species more clearly.

�Have you any skill with edged weaponry?� Ah, she thought, he's getting to the meat of the issue.

�Not in the slightest... I've managed to give myself cuts deserving stitches with butter knives.� Perhaps not the whole truth, she knew her way around a dagger, but certainly not if it involved cooking. She erased a few words, annoyed that she had started writing what she had been saying. She heard Allen approaching, glanced up at his particularly sour looking face.

�Would you be willing to submit yourself to examination for cuts, bruises, or traces of gun powder?� His tone of voice clearly stated that it was not so much a request as a direct order. It further ground her frayed nerves.

�Yeah. Sure. Why the fuck not? I mean, its not like I'm trying to write my doctoral dissertation, so that I can actually get a fucking job. I am awash in spare time to be at the beck and call of a corrupt organization that doesn't serve the country I love, so much as the companies that own the government.� She slammed her pencil down, and turned to level a death glare at Petty Office Allen, �I have done nothing but stay out of your guys' way, even though I have disagreed with practically every mission I've heard about, and have been unendingly appalled at your treatment of the local fauna. I am so fucking sick of all you little pricks thinking that you own the place just because you've got a stock pile of M-16s and enough testosterone to fuel a rocket.� She paused, noting the darkening look on Allen's face. �Got something to say hot shot? Want to try pulling some rank bullshit? You know what? Fuck you and your �Ranks� I am not in the military, and I deserve to be treated as at least your equal.� She seemed to have finally broken his cool, he lunged at her, she snatched her pencil off her desk, holding it in along her forearm.

He grabbed at her shirt first attempting to tear it away, screaming at her �You are a heathen and a disgrace! You deserve to be put in your place, woman!� Ah, she thought, quite calmly, a chauvinist, too. He grabbed at her again, a somewhat demonic look in his eye, she flipped the pencil around, making a determined thrust at his heart.

A set of vicious looking blades erupted from Allen's abdomen, kept well away from her hand, which was still clutched around her pencil turned weapon. Laila looked over the noisily expiring man's shoulder, her Apparition was there, looking back at her. Finally being so close to him, looking directly at him, he was gargantuan, towering over her by at least three feet. His scent was so strong it was violent against her senses, it was bitter and acrid, not at all what she had become accustomed to. Allen released his death knell.

She looked down, she had almost completely forgotten about him. She pulled her hand away and let him drop to the ground. �Fuck.� she looked down at herself, she was amazingly almost clean, but his blood was all over the floor. She glared at his corpse. That had been her favorite pencil, it had been green, with an eraser shaped like the hilt of a lightsaber. �Fuck!� She looked around frantically, she had just killed a man, on an Army base, when they already suspected her of murder. She had to do something. How would she explain four wounds to the military police? Certainly the pencil wound was easy to explain, but the three in his abdomen? Coming from the opposite direction �Oh sweet mother of God...�

She gasped, she remembered her DVR was on, that would work well in court, right? Perhaps she should scream? That seemed like a good idea, Laila whimpered pathetically in the direction of the DVR. They needed to think this scared her. She coughed a little, thought back to her acting classes, summoning up a gale of tears, she rushed to the door of her laboratory, and flung it open. �Help!� She screamed, working herself into a sobbing fit. �Help me please! He attacked me! I fought back! I...� she gasped frantically �I think he's dying! Help!� Officers came rushing toward her, one grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her aside while others rushed in to the lab, she continued to bawl �I've never hurt anyone before! I was so confused! I was angry and he attacked me and I was just trying to protect myself I don't know how it happened!� The soldier couldn't decide whether he should comfort or detain her �I think I'm going to be sick.� She lurched away from him, surely the sight of so much blood had disquieted her stomach, but she needed to prove it. She fell against a near by rubbish bin and retched violently.

Men came rushing back out of her lab, shouting and flailing around emphatically. Laila sunk to the ground, keeping her tears flowing. Someone came near her, pulling her up, she continued to murmur about how confused she was, how scared she felt. She refused to look up, to acknowledge the person beyond a form of support. He gently put a hand against her mouth, she stopped talking, her temper beginning to flare again,

�There's no body, Ms. Acerbi.� No body? No body! Impossible, she had just killed him, there had been no time for her Apparition to have taken him!

�What? I... I don't understand? Was he okay? I mean... did he walk away or something?� she pretended to look around in bewildered hope.

�There was no body in your lab... no blood... no nothing...�

�I don't understand... I was just there... I... I have a recording of our fight he came in just as I was indexing my notes I don't know what you mean...� Laila locked her knees and began to hyperventilate, causing the edges of her vision to dim dramatically.

�We'll look in to that... howabout we get you some clothes?� hazily she thought her shirt must have come off. Laila fainted.

She woke up sometime later, the sky was a deep lavender and the air was considerably cooler. She groaned, flexing her thighs and calves, both sore from her fainting stunt. Sarah popped into view �Hey there Laila!� Laila winced, she was far to groggy for such a chipper nurse.

�You must have gotten bit by one of your beloved bugs, because boy howdy did you cause a ruckus! We didn't find anything out of the ordinary in your lab, and there was no DVR, or anything, no one knows what got in to you.� Laila groaned again, rolled on to her side and sat up, realising she was in a hospital gown. Sighing she stood.

�Oh no, you really ought to rest, honey, you could still have hallucinations, and God knows what you'll come up with this time...� Sarah made to sit her back down, but Laila deftly side stepped her.

�The only place I'm resting is in my own bed, with my beloved bugs.� she scanned the room snatching up her shorts and slipping them on, tucking the tiny gown into the waistband.

�But thank you for the concern. I'll check in if I feel off.� she walked out of the room and promptly exited the building.

Trying desperately not to look like she was hurrying, Laila rushed back to her lab, closed the door and threw the bolt. She looked around and wandered back over to where she had stabbed Allen. She stood there, stock still, staring at the floor, calling details back to her mind. She hadn't looked at the floor before she had rushed off, she realised. In fact, she had spent at least a few, if not several minutes trying to figure out what hell she was going to do. She supposed that could have given her Apparition enough time to begin moving the corpse, but enough time to get it out of the building? Without anyone seeing? She looked around, glaring at everything.
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