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[cloakand_danger]

[And once again, it is noon on meeting day in Patrol headquarters. There's a big open meeting room space, tables in the middle, a projector on the ceiling, computers in the walls. It is shiny, high-tech, clean, and full of a lot more people than last time. Yuan is already here before anyone else arrives, getting papers laid out and shuffled around. He seems tense, but satisfied. Things are finally coming together.]

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[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

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[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Nods back, and while she appreciates seeing what little UNSC there was here, if she catches him asleep she's going to give him a kick.]

[A light kick, granted, but still. Spartan nudge. Don't fall over.]

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

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[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she can't help but snort at his attempt, shaking her head, before opening a private channel through the comm.]

You better pay attention. I might give you a pop quiz at the end.

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

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Afraid I never do well on those, ma'am.

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Just so long as you get the basics. [You know, who to shoot, who not to shoot, that sort of thing.]

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

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I'll keep my ears open.

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[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[A slight tip of the helmet, and she turns her attention back to the room at large.]

Good to hear.