[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

She was glad Emma took some time to help her.

The rest of the unfinished tests was finished relatively quickly, and Hazel was left with a problem she had been trying to avoid ever since she returned from the mission last night. They, [i]he[/i], was very explicit in their instructions to her. [i]He[/i] had took her aside several times, making sure that she remembered his orders. None of them, including him, had really introduced them to her, but she knew their names. Like him, most of them had an important card on their lapel. Important, because everytime they got stopped anywhere in the facility, they would show their cards and be waved through. [i]His[/i] name, like the rest of them, was printed clearly on that card.

[i]Her eyes, obscured by her long hair, were glued onto his ID card. Dr. Walter Willis brushed aside her hair, forcing her to look at him. Smiling, he stared directly in her eyes as he once again repeated his orders.[/i]

Hazel blinked, realizing she had been gazing blankly into space unmoving. She needed to — [i]send that report to Zhang[/i] —. Confused, she looked down on the table, at the report written in neatly printed handwriting. It detailed the mission as seen from her eyes, though it lacked the dreams she had during the battle and when she slept.A flash of guilt ran through her for a moment, but she refrained from writing the dreams in. Those didn't seem like something that would interest the facility.

Taking the requisition form, she gave it a few minutes of thought before writing in what she needed. From last night's battle, it was obvious that she wasn't that well prepared for anything. Poison could take her down almost immediately, and any direct attack on her could and would incapacitate her immediately. Still holding the pen in a fist, she painstakingly scrawled in a request for an airtight  full bodied armor with its own replaceable air supply, as well as things she would need for it, like a spare helmet, spare parts, and spare canisters of air. Thinking about it some more, Hazel added in a request for more of the drug she was taking to be stocked. It would not do to run out and not have any as they try to requisition some more.

Gathering all the papers, including the report addressed to the Director and hence the facility that kept her, Hazel went to the office to send those in.