Omicron Squad episode 72: Escort

Yuni woke up in a familiar bed. “Alena?” she muttered. She felt a warm hand on her forehead. Without thinking, she reached up and gently grasped it.

“How are you feeling?” Alena asked. “Do you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine,” Yuni said. “I just feel kind of hungry. How long?”

“You were asleep for almost a day,” Alena said.

“I see,” Yuni said. “I take it that the mission went well.”

“No problems,” Alena said. “Not after you dealt with those armoured units.”

“That’s good,” Yuni said. “What about Ines? Has she woken up?”

Alena shook her head. “No change.”

“Too bad,” Yuni said. “I kind of hoped she’d wake up while we were away.” Her stomach growled. “Can we get breakie?

“Sure,” Alena said. “You have some clean clothes in the top right drawer.”

“Maybe we should just move in together,” Yuni said. “But I suppose these rooms aren’t big enough, huh?” 

*****

Sirvanna ate a croissant on her way to Ines’s room. She found Florence inside, doing some tests. 

“No change yet,” Florence said.

“I see,” Sirvanna said. “I’ll just keep her company.” Florence left the room and Sirvanna grabbed her book. “Let’s see, where did I leave off? Oh, that’s right. The Bentley’s engine went pink,” she read aloud. “pink as it cooled.”

*****

“Hey, the young hero’s awake,” Katelyn said. “For a while I was worried that we were going to have two comas like some kinda bad soap opera when the actors want more money.” 

“I’m fine,” Yuni said. “Just hungry.” 

“Here,” Alena said. “Pancakes.” 

“Thank you,” Yuni said. She turned to Katelyn. “What have you been up to?” 

“For the whole day you were out?” Katelyn asked. “You know how it goes. Got debriefed. Won the war single-handedly and wrote my memoirs. It was a very hectic period.”

“I don’t mean to call you a liar or anything,” Yuni said. “But I suspect that isn’t entirely true.” 

Alena, come to the conference room. 

“Looks like I’m being called,” Alena said. 

“Don’t be gone too long,” Yuni said. “I miss you already!” 

*****

Alena walked briskly to towards the conference room. She found Naoko sitting inside with Jenny and Rose. 

“Hello, Love,” Rose said. 

“Hi,” Alena said. She stood against the wall. Right next to the door. 

I’ll get right to the point. It’s about those armoured suits Omicron encountered in their last mission. Alena, what was your impression of them? 

“They were strong,” Alena said. “And they seemed to grant some protection against our powers.” 

that’s the gist of it. 

“So, we have a problem,” Jenny said.

“Can we neutralise them?” Rose asked.

“They can be beaten,” Alena said.

We may be able to neutralise all of them. But, we’d have to capture one to figure out how. 

“That would be a problem,” Alena said.

“Any particular reason?” Jenny asked.

“They blow up when they’re beaten,” Alena said.

Rose whistled. “Looks like that’s right out the window then.”

“There’s got to be a way,” Jenny said.

I have one. The three turned to look at Naoko. It’s risky, but if we can use advanced equipment to take readings of one on the field, then we might be able to learn what makes them tick. Fortunately, we have such equipment and a skilled operator. 

“Wait just a moment!” Jenny cried.

In two days Zhao will go into the field under Omicron’s protection. They’ll be responsible for bringing her a suit to scan and protecting her. 

“Now, hold on!” Jenny cried. “Zhao isn’t a fighter. How can you expect her to take that kind of risk?”

This is a war. We’re all at risk. Zhao understands that. 

“At least let my team be responsible for her protection,” Jenny said.

I understand your feelings. But there are three excellent reasons why Omicron is the best choice for this mission. First off, they’ve faced these suits before. Secondly, I don’t think Zhao could stay professional while under your protection. 

“She’s not some brat,” Jenny said. “She’s professional when she needs to be.”

Third, I need Omega Theta Sigma for another mission. This isn’t up for debate. Alena, prepare your team to escort Zhao. I’ll brief Rose and Jenny on their tasks.

“Understood,” Alena said.

“Don’t let anything happen to her,” Jenny said.

“I’ll do my best,” Alena said.

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