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[i]From a photograph affixed to the interior of 11-year old Michael A. Davis’ stasis bed. Written in a neat, precise script on the back, ‘Christmas Day in Red Wing, 2029’[/i][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] 1SG Abigail "Abby" Jane Larson

[b]Occupation/Crew Position:[/b] Military Police Supervisor/Security Specialist

[b]Age:[/b] 34

[b]Background:[/b] The youngest of five children, and the only girl child at that, Abby grew up in Red Wing, Minnesota, alternately protectively spoiled and playfully tormented by her older brothers: Alan, Aiden, Aaron and Alexander. The matriarch of the Larson clan, Anne, was a high school secretary and her father Alistair, a combat veteran of Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm, was a captain on the Red Wing Police Department. 

The happiest memories of Abby’s childhood were of the summers and winters spent on the Minnesotan lakes. Swimming, waterskiing, snowmobiling, snowshoeing and even ice fishing, the Larsons spent weeks at a time with aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents, basking in the warmth of a genuinely loving family. Athletic, outgoing, and eternally full of mischief, Abby raced in her big brothers’ footsteps, bedeviling teachers and frustrating her parents (in the most charming way) all through grade school, and then on into high school. 

She saw no reason for that to change when, during the summer of her senior year, the dirty bombs of 7/4 were detonated in San Francisco and Los Angeles. Abby gently, but irrevocably, set aside her parents’ dreams she’d settle down to become a teacher, or maybe a nurse - anything sensible really - when she enlisted in the US Army as a military policeman, the day after Aaron and Alex. Her first tour of duty after basic was in the combat zone of the Korean Peninsula. Abby emerged from the other side of that conflict wiser, and sadder, and knowing her family had expanded to hundreds of brothers, and even a few sisters, for whom she’d gladly give her life.

Aaron and Alex returned to civilian life after the China Seas, but Abby did not. She’d found her place, a calling and a sense of purpose, having a hand in protecting the people and things she held dear. Abby liked being an MP, and she was [i]damn[/i] good at it.

That hard-won and early maturity though, didn’t necessarily extend to [i]every[/i] corner of her life. Sometimes Abby was tempted to jokingly claim that marrying her squad leader SGT Ned Davis, a year after settling in at her first CONUS duty station, was probably the most spectacularly awful mistake she’d ever made - but that wouldn’t be [i]entirely[/i] true. No, not that she’d made bigger mistakes before or since – she hadn’t. But if Abby hadn’t indulged just once in being young and dumb, there would be no Michael Alistair Davis - and even with all the good already in her world, that boy was the [i]very[/i] best. 

The mistake of marrying a hard-drinking, womanizing asshole was a quick enough fix three years after it started (even without taking up any of her brothers on their enthusiastic offers to come kick his ass). But with a little boy to raise almost entirely on her own, Abby doubled down on her determination, she’d do everything in her power to give Michael a world worth living in. 

Promotions came, and schools, her time put in as a drill sergeant in Fort Leonard Wood and, of course, deployments. Abby had just come off her second back-to-back unaccompanied tour, when she got what ought to have been a shit assignment at a pissant post in Wyoming. As First Sergeant for an MP company at a testing range, there wasn’t an awful lot to do but ensure the roadblocks were up during missile launches and the right people were waved onto base; that the roads to “the Mountain” facility an hour away were well-patrolled and clear of unauthorized personnel, and that bored soldiers didn’t get up to too much trouble in their down time. 

But for Abby, this assignment was just the breath and space her little family needed most. This was a post where she could be home for Michael when school let out, and help him with his homework. She could take him to baseball practice, and sit in the bleachers most every weekend like every other Mom, cheering her son's team. Abby could even put in for leave over a holiday or two, to visit her family in Red Wing.

She could have [i]never[/i] imagined the singular importance of this duty assignment, any more than the rest of their world could have anticipated The Change.