-Milo Cash-

Milo sat in the back of the briefing next to his sister, looking at Center again, being called back out from the shelf to be played with once again. Memories flooding back to him over the time he's worked with Paracom, the King Kong sized Yeti that caused Tiffany's injury being in the forefront. Just a few more pounds of pressure she would have been completely destroyed instead of just messing up her back giving her her leg problems. Those days giving him enough stress he started drinking, even at this moment he had a beer in his hand. Milo quietly raised his hand that didn't have a beer, "So when do we get back to killing those bastards, Center?"

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-Tiffany Cash-

She sat next to Milo, starring disapprovingly at the drink in his hand, the question he asked didn't help her feelings towards the drink at all. She knew it was her fault he started drinking, but that could never really get to her, she had to many other people to worry about considering she was now one of the doctors here at base she had to take care of what you couldn't out in the field and make sure the recovery goes smoothly, and do her best at making sure they don't end up like herself.