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Sydney was thrilled when her packages arrived even though the minders had muddled up the temporal stream; she had learned how to deal with that since coming to the Tower Prison.

Today’s packages contained a vial of sand from Waikiki gathered by a couple of girls who’d become fans of her’s and had sent her other trinkets of their trips so Sydney could enjoy little vacations away from the entrapping walls around her. Another was made of pressed rose petals from a wedding, and then still another which contained an odd billet of metal from a member of the international Space Agency which came from the Station orbiting high above the earth; the later she’d asked for when she had discovered that Jean was a payload specialist.

So she lay them each on neutral clothes she ordered from a manufacturer who made them for surgical use and were untouched by people which helped to shield her from the temporal interference of the living but before she could begin her Minder chimed in and interrupted her.

It was the Shrinker Doc Myers and she said she wanted her to come down to her office immediately. 

“It figures” thought the tall teenager. She knew that the shrink knew she’d just received packages and could hold over their purity as a leash under threat of quarantining them and muddling up their timelines with the local ones.

For a brief moment she thought of heading down in her micro Boxers and Bra but knew such a display would only make the session drag on as the shrink delved into her sex life or lack of one. So she threw on her drab prison coverall and gave her new treasures a longing look before heading out.

When she arrived outside of the shrinker’s door Sydney knocked then waited for the buzz of the magnetic lock then stepped inside. 

Behind her desk sat [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/07f8b381-d50d-4a97-9f55-07d201cd6c98.jpg]Doc Myers[/url] who looked up with a polite smile saying [b]Please have a seat Sydney[/url]

Sydney complied sitting with a sort of flop one gives the nosy school guidance counselor and as much enthusiasm. 

[color=265582] What’s up Doc?[/color]  she asked with a sigh her body language displaying her annoyance with the whole visit.

[b]Sydney I know you’d rather be doing anything else but this but you know as well as I that it is something we need to do; after all you watched 5 girls about your age raped, mutilated and tortured along with having their bodies disrespected even in death. [/b] said the older woman with genuine concern in her tone and body language.

[color=265582]Doc it's not as if it were my first time or will be my last; it's what I do, what I want to do.

Because of me they will hunt a catch or kill the sicko who did it and other girls won’t need to worry about the creep who did it. Frankly I was surprised by how sloppy he was and the unit’s inability to read basic clues.

I worry that their dependence on me is making them sloppy[/color] said Sydney leaning forward placing her elbows on the edge of the doctor’s desk so she could rest her chin on the palms of her hands as she looked into the shrinks eyes.

Doc looked a little annoyed when she made contact with her desk knowing that even such casual contact would allow the Meta girl to read her office and become privy to everything that had happened in there.

[b]Sydney please don’t lean on my desk; we’ve talked about this.

It's not fair that you read the private thoughts and confession of your teammates who I chat with.[/b] said the woman in as authoritarian a tone as she could muster.

[color=265582] Still mad that I know how hot you think Ka’van is and how you…[/color] she said not finishing as she could see the danger in the shrink’s eyes.