by Caroline Tigeress

Created on: December 22, 2009

This fear of mine
Thursday, 5 November 2054, 0200
Mission Monitor Board, Gteams Heartland Division

    Denise wheeled in slowly, wearing her black zip uniform into the monitor room. Immediately the tech turned and addressed her.
    “DarkStarr? You're off duty, ma'am. Are you taking someone's place?” Lieutenant JG Hawkins, so his name badge read, said.

    “No. Mark me as out of facility, and give me airspace in twenty minutes.” She said.
    “Yes ma'am. I'll clear you for helipad six, which is clear now, ma'am. Do you need some, um, assistance?” He asked, attempting to be tactful.
    “No, I'll take the passenger elevator. Make sure it's unlocked.” She said.
    “Yes ma'am, I will. Have a good flight ma'am. Do you have an ETR ma'am?” He asked.
    “Probably before reveille, but I'm unsure.” She lied. She hoped to be in in a couple of hours. If she had timed it better, the mission monitor board lead would have been out to lunch, but she was impatient and had to act now while her courage was high.
    He tapped keys at the terminal, as the passenger elevator down the hallway came down to the main level. She backed in, and looked at the six key. The lift doors closed and she began to rise. She never really liked elevators, even though she understood how they worked. They were too small for her. She liked open spaces. While not completely claustrophobic, she had made special requisition to have a larger than normal quarters.
    Crone had literally beaten the claustrophobia out of her during their training. For her final test, she had to hunt down a series of people in a dark, wet, sewer system. She didn't speak to Crone for a week after that. She never, ever, however, let Crone onto her deepest fear. She knew better.
    Denise wheeled out of the elevator, and tilted her head slightly. The elevator would stay locked to the sixth floor until she released it, which would be when she got back. This would be a clue, she thought, if something went wrong.
    When yesterday she took to the hot tub, she looked at the pool and it caused her to shiver. The mere smell of chlorine was enough to give her nausea, just shy of retching. Denise was very, very hydrophobic.
    She scooted toward the edge of the chair, and opened up the foot

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