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The sky was the clearest blue she had ever seen. Ana loved to lay on the grass and watch the seabirds flying overhead – a variety of boobies, terns, and ridiculously huge albatrosses. She was supposed to be doing her homework, but how could she on a day like today? It was too pretty to be stuck indoors. The sunshine soothed her, and the ocean waves constantly lapping at the shore reminded her of the white noise machine she used to need at night to drown out the clamor of the city – taxis honking, people shouting, club music blaring, and the rare gunshot.

Everything was slower here in Kure Atoll, and much quieter. She had plenty of time to finish her assignments before bed tonight and email them to her teacher on the mainland.

Ana sighed loudly, rolled over onto her bare knees, and clambered to her feet. The grass had been comfortable enough to lay upon, but the rough edges scratched her palms and legs whenever she got up. It took her a while to realize that's why they were called blades of grass. Duh.
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Current Mood: productive

Aisling stared out her office window, lost in thought. The skyscrapers across the river caught her eye. They reminded her of the bar graphs she should be working on for her quarterly reports, but work didn't appeal to her at the moment. Nothing was appealing to her.

She felt disconnected. Not just from Ember – Aisling was slowly getting used to that – but from everything. Their twin-bond was gone for good. It had been over a month since the circuit had last worked, and in that time their paths had diverged too much to re-sync. The loss had saddened Aisling at first, but now… she wasn't so sure.
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Current Mood: creative

Major Amelia “Amy” Cooper strode quickly down the hallway of the hospital wing with a no-nonsense, don’t-interrupt-me look on her face. She was busy strategizing an attack plan for her task force and trying to decide which of her team members had the skills most likely to successfully complete the mission.

She entered the outer office and nodded politely at the fresh-faced lieutenant who manned the desk. “Hold my calls for the next hour,” she told him as she entered her private office and shut the door firmly behind her. Amy walked to one of her filing cabinets and rifled through personnel files until she had a few dozen candidates, then sat stiffly behind her wide mahogany desk. She scanned each dossier with efficiency and a good eye for detail, making notes on a leather-bound legal pad. Amy had only received her promotion to Major a few months ago and wanted to prove herself to the General.

Failure was never an option.
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The darkness pulled at her, sucked her inert form deep below the surface. She couldn’t stay afloat any longer.

“Hit her again.”

KERTHUNK

Beep… beep… beep…

“We’ve got her! Hold on… just hold on.”

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She stubbornly fought her way out of the viscous, gloomy mess. It was a herculean effort for her atrophied muscles, but inch by inch she beat off the naysayers and determined her own fate. A pinpoint of light helped guide her onward and ever upward.

Opening her eyes, she weakly lifted her head an inch off the pillow and glanced around. Soft sunlight suffused the small room from two large, curtainless windows. The sky was pale blue and clear, but the leaves on the maple trees had turned autumnal colors. How long had she been here?

She lay her head back down, raised one thin arm and examined the tubes and lines of life-giving fluids that snaked their way into her body, keeping her fed, hydrated, and free of infections. Monitors somewhere behind her beeped, steady and sure. She sighed, exhausted beyond all belief, and drifted back off to sleep.

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She missed the days of being able to wake up slowly, serenely, quietly. The early morning sun would lightly kiss her eyes and caress her cheeks from behind gauzy white curtains. The salt-laden breeze off the ocean had once encouraged her lungs to breathe deeply, to yawn, and to stretch her athletic body like a lazy kitten.

She used to open her eyes, blink a few times to clear away the haziness of remnant dreams and sit up in her soft bed. Often, she listened to the radio play whatever musical hits were at the top of the charts that day, that month, or that year.

She missed music most of all. Music was her release, her confessor, and a much needed outlet for excessive emotions - to sing loudly, beat her hands rhythmically against a table or the wall, tap her bare feet against the cottage floor.

Now, there was only silence, darkness, and unyielding cold. Aisling hated the cold.

Why was she cold?
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