The living dead walks, beasts of legend return, Djinn of ancient lore present themselves again, but what has gotten Burkley excited was [i]dinosaurs?[/i] Angus raised an eyebrow and was paralysed with confusion for a few moments, but in the end, shook his head and decided not to rain on his CO's parade.

Debrief was not especially eventful. No one was told much of what they didn't know or expect, except to clarify exactly what the last actions of the rookie sniper were. Din had, in fact, not been under much pressure at all, but in that moment he had just snapped and decided to charge. It was a tragedy, but apparently the history of his mental health had made this outcome a possibility. Luc simply felt validated in his opinion that the guy threw his life away. Angus thought it strange that Din was on the battlefield at all, but it was at least a bit comforting that his death was never really his fault. He did all he could, after all.

Immediately after debrief, the entire squad sat up in eagerness to get on to other things. Luc gave a cursory glance to Smith's standard augments as he left the room; the day-to-day cybernetic limbs as opposed to the huge WREC suit that he wore before. He knew where he was going. Angus went straight down to the labs to check up on Draco.

Luckily for Draco, it seemed that the Dr Semyenov was open-minded enough to consider the mercenary as a potential resource, so Angus didn't really need to say or do much at all, not that his opinion would have carried much weight as a simple soldier. He and Burkley watched the negotiations to their conclusion. Everyone had a feeling that this deal would kick the advantage in ParaCom's favour, at least for now.

Luc reached the infirmary as quickly as he could. Anyone who spotted him couldn't tell whether he was angry or worried, but the truth was somewhere in between. A nurse on duty advised that Anya was in recovery at the moment as was currently sleeping, but Luc insisted on seeing her anyway. The sight he saw was honestly quite confronting. Anya lay on her back on a clean bed with nothing covering her but a patient's gown. On her pale sleeping face was a clear plastic mask that made her slow breathing slightly audible, with a plastic hose extending to a mechanism nearby. A number of instruments surrounding the bed kept track of her vital signs and made their various beeps to report activity. However, what really widened Luc's eyes was that Anya's limbs were missing. They had been replaced by polished metallic stumps that didn't seem to have any discernible transition into her flesh except by the sore red skin that bordered them. They were clearly a part of her body now. Each that Luc saw had flecks of shiny joins that evidenced their purpose in interfacing with cybernetics. It was honestly one of the most horrific things he had ever seen happen to a family member. [i]"Anya, what the hell have you done?"[/i] Luc breathed in French, before turning to leave.

[i]"Luc,"[/i] a weak, clearly drugged voice sounded behind Luc and he stopped, but didn't turn around. Anya barely opened her eyes, but she knew who she was talking to. After an uneasy breath in, she continued. [i]"Give your little sis a hug, I get to make a name for myself now."[/i]

[i]"You're an idiot, Anya,"[/i] Luc said bluntly, before starting to briskly walk away. Betraying his own emotions was not something he wanted to do.

[i]"Luc, wait,"[/i] Anya wheezed, trying to reach for him with an arm that she no longer had. Instead her shoulder flexed slightly off the surface of the bed and a number of the mechanisms on the end of her arm-stump began to buzz in movement. [i]"Be happy for me..."[/i] Anya watched the door close, [i]"...arsehole."[/i] Anya might have cried in her morphine-induced stupor, but she was too tired. She fell asleep again before she could so much as shed a tear.

Luc was in a foul mood for the rest of the day and didn't engage with anyone that he didn't have to. He couldn't care less about whatever the business with the saurians was.