Sigma watched as the swirls of blood and crud went drown the drain of the shower. She arched her back, feeling a slight shiver as a breeze of cold air interrupted momentarily the relentless downpour of steaming hot water. Muscles shifted in Sigma's lithe figure, which now, bare of all garments, was displaying quite a set of underlying scars and tightly-packed muscles. The body of a child. The body of a soldier.

And tears couldn't stop flowing either. Like flashes, the ghosts of that experience flayed her mind. [i]Ian. Fucking Ian. Why was he so interested in baring his fangs. He never stood a chance. It was like a puppy trying to face off a bear.[/i] She gritted her teeth, tensing so stained. [i]To think It would come a day that I thought Irina was [b]soft[/b] in her handling.[/i] She scrubbed her hands. Lorenzo had ordered her... and by God, she had obeyed. She had dived firsthand in insanity and ruthlessness. 

[i]I'm a clone. And I'm turning like the original. It shouldn't surprise me.[/i] She added, while finally closing the water, sighing. She couldn't let the team know how much the damage was. She would only tell the neccessary to not have them suspicious, but she'd hold back the truth. It would break [i]them[/i] more than what she was. They would feel [i]betrayed[/i] by her. But what was needed in this war, was [i]Victory[/i], not doing the right thing. Nor make friends and acquaintances. Forgiveness would never be asked, and even if she were to be stabbed by her own team, it was all for the fate of mankind that hung in a delicate balance.

Sigma looked herself at the mirror. Truly a ghastly expression she had. She composed a slightly better, but grouchy face. [i]I am after all, a puppet. A doll. Let the show commence.[/i] She added as she headed to get dressed up, each step taken with determination.

[i]Should I bring the subject of Sachertorte? After all I have to pay my dues.[/i] The clone pilot thought to herself, as she flicked her hair away, revealing a single,[b] Σ[/b] tattoo in the back of the neck. She then let a longing stare towards the shower.

[i]Was this how your mind was broken, [b]Beta[/b]?[/i] Sigma pondered as she marched on to get dressed, and do a briefing. But first, the meeting with the Liutenant.