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This was a disaster.

Astra stared through the glass, a frown on her face. Dr. Rogers was typing on his tablet, rubbing his temple.

Celia had managed to escape. There were dead bodies piled everywhere and she managed to run away. Astra waited for Dr. Rogers to say something, anything.

Instead, he slammed the tablet down, ripping off the glasses from his face.

"I just had to send the team out to find those wanted fugitives WITHOUT the weapon they demanded, and the Director is on my ass now!" he shouted, his hand going towards the tiny black remote.

He glared at Celia through the glass, and Astra placed her hand over his, holding it in place.

"That won't help you any." She said softly.

Annoyed, Dr. Rogers ripped his hand away, muttering swear words.

"I have to break her in some more." He replied, walking over the scattered remains of the tablet. Pulling out a new one, he was typing in it, frowning in concentration.

Astra sighed, wiping her palms
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