[h2][color=lightpink]Sherry Birkin[/color][/h2][hr]
Ugh. The ones that needed a scaffolding of sorts to regenerate somehow seemed so much more grotesque to Sherry.

“[i]You[/i] want to help people,” she said. “That doesn’t mean everyone within Lazarus Corporation does. Trust me, I would know. I’m not saying they’re definitely involved, but the possibility is there.”

She had gone so long without thinking about Chief Irons, but everything that had happened today had dredged up his memory. 

“I have some equipment in the trunk of my car that should help. It [i]is[/i] a three-and-a-half hour walk, but I assume we can just drive to where I left it?” she asked, gesturing at the humvee. “In exchange, I’m going to make note of any results you get for my investigation.”