Yet another potential crisis averted. Fareeha prayed to whatever gods may be for the luck she'd blessed with. If only the world could share in it. With the risk her officers and Captain Kalte placed on the line to make her plan work, she'd do right by them. Whateevr Talon made her do, within reason, she would make sure the supplies and troops came pouring in. It was time Talon helped the world instead of terrorize it. 

"Thank you. All of you," she said. "From here on out, Dr. Ziegler and I are to be considered KIA. Our remains will be unidentifiable. If command asks for our bodies, you will tell them we were caught Heavy's ordinance. We'll deal with the medical staff that's seen us. Return to the front. Stay strong. All of you. I will send help. I promise."

The officers all saluted before stepping out leaving Angela and her alone. Again.

Fareeha struggled to sit up. Her feet dangled off her bed. She smiled at Angela. "That went ... really well. We should go tell Talon. Tell them we have a deal, and we expect them to keep their end as well." She pursed her lips and looked out the unit's entrance. "There's one last hitch to our plan. The medical staff. They're the loop hole to our plan. We could kill them. Which we won't. Did you have any brilliant ideas, doc?"