Military Hospital

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Kurstin made it to the medical wing, the heavy overcoat of General Oromov still in her possession. She had showered, and got back into her clothing, but lacked her weapons which had been stripped of her, and would likely be given back sooner or later. She was still running the memory in her head... of becoming food for the serpent for a few tactical errors... she felt as though Hathssith would slither into her bed now and finish where she started... she could see that cobra doing that.

"Oh sooo sorry," She mocked the serpent in the mirror, hands on her hips. "...but what's done is done, the Major's a pile of bones in the garden now! Tee-hee!" She grumbled, punching the mirror because it would be like that!