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[color=39b54a][center][h1]Distant Town, Medical Bay[/h1][/center][/color]

Leaving the room, Miles passed his foot across the threshold and came to witness the small, and unnaturally tidy office. To his right, he saw a door leading outside, and to his left, there was a desk. A woman sat with several documents in front of her, a pair of glasses gently resting against her nose as she looked up at the boy. In a way considered little more than nonchalant, she lowered her attention to the files and simply motioned for Miles sit down opposite herself. Behind her, one could see a row of shelves containing books mostly matted and torn by the ravages of time, and the overall emptiness of the room leaned not against poverty, but rather perfectionism. 

Silence lingered, and Miles found himself unable to do more than follow this woman's instructions. As she had demanded, though silently, Miles slowly lowered himself to the chair and waited for the woman to speak. The anticipation was somewhat dowsed by Miles' curiosity, his eyes finding home upon the files she was going through. "Name?" She finally spoke up, her attire proving her occupation of doctor. 

[color=39b54a]"M-Miles..."[/color] The boy responded, taken aback by her sudden approach. 

"This is your mission." She slid a gathering of files across the desk, seeing Miles' confused expression which in turn prompted her to raise an eyebrow at him.

[color=39b54a]"Mission..?"[/color] The young soldier asked, tilting his head slightly as he lowered his eyes to the files in front of him. 

"You are a soldier, no?" She continued, her voice demanding authority. "I take it you know little of how things work here, then." 

[color=39b54a]"I...I guess."[/color] Miles returned, earning a scowl.

"Yes m'am." She corrected. 

[color=39b54a]"Y-yes m'am..."[/color] The boy repeated, seeing how the woman's frown eased out. 

"Tell me, Miles. In a world as ravaged as this, how do you think that I can run a clinic?" The question pierced through the soldier, like a lance. She did seem to have access to things others could only dream of. "Because..." She continued, seeing the clueless expression on Miles' face. "...people value their lives, more than they value riches. Getting patched up here, earns you a debt. If you do not pay off that dept, those loyal to the well being of this clinic will make sure to take back, what I gave you." Right to the point. "And you required quite a lot of resources. I expect to be paid back, in full." 

[color=39b54a]"B-but, I have no money..."[/color] Miles tried.

"Oh, come now. I do not desire your money. I desire action. Bring me what I want, and our business is concluded. Fail, and you will repay me in...other ways."

[color=39b54a]"Other ways...?"[/color] Curiosity got the better of him.

With a sigh, the woman leaned back against her chair, a less than amused expression making its way to her visage. "Your organs, Miles. Do you know what people would do for you, in a place like this, if you know how to properly store and implant organs? A lot. You will come to learn that favors are worth more than gold." She was right, of course. One could buy trinkets, and services, for money. However, this woman had figured out a system which seemed to work, for her. As long as she was around, she could cure people. She didn't demand payment in the form of money, and people were in constant need of medical aid out in the Ash. The Ash needed her, she knew it, and [i]anyone[/i] could afford her prices. The question was simply, if one was willing to pay them. 

[color=39b54a]"You've got people caged..."[/color] Miles finally broke out, expecting an angry response. However, all he earned was a delighted laugh.

"Oh, dear." The woman chuckled. "It's just business. Money fades, trinkets are useless. Action on the other hand, is priceless. If you control someone's actions, you own them. As a soldier, I expected you to understand at least that much." It was safe to say, that at the very least, Miles was learning what it meant to truly be a...soldier.