"H'row it aside! Nasty bauble of the 'heep-God, h'row it aside if you dare!"

"I needn't stake my faith on the challenge of such a thing as you, sai. ... And I'd never throw away such an old friend in any case. But put it away? Aye, if you like."
-- Father Donald Callahan, The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower

Jack eventually gets out of the truck. The apparently tire-less ground crew at the side of the Manor helps everyone out and sees to it that those that are wounded, or in shock are taken to the infirmary. This means Aimee, Judith and Mike.

Aimee is cooperative with the doctors, but now that she's not fighting for her life, her arm hurts worse than before. She lets them clean her up and assess the damage done to her arm and anywhere else, and if possible, sneaks a peek at Mike to see what happened to his eye after all.
She keeps her other eye on Judith if Jude's within sight.

Aimee is fine, except on a superficcial level, though the doctors do re-wrap her ribs. It turns out that Mike is indeed missing an eye, having lost it to someones agressive thumb.

Patrick walks over to Mike and looks at him solomnly. Then with a purposeful motion reaches into his chest pocket and pulls out a medium sized velvet bag that looks like it would be used for holding bracelets or other similarly sized items. He opens the bag then shakes it revealing about a dozen coins about the size of a silver half dollar (say 2 inches in diameter and a quarter of an inch thick) It has on it emblazioned. "Seal Team 7, Death by Chains" on one side and on the other, "Be thou not guilty, So Judged"

He opens Mikes right hand and places the coin into his palm. "Mike, I dont know if you will take this seriously, but whenever my SEAL team got bailed out by another unit the members of that unit recieved this coin. The bearer of this coin is an honorary member of SEAL Team 7. And if you ever go into a bar frequented by Special Ops types...just show them this...and dont worry about paying."

He steps back then clasps his hand to Mike's in a firm handshake. "You did d**n good work out there Mike. You have my thanks."

He nods to the medics to take Mike away, spins on his heel, and walks out of the infirmery, heads to the Armory, cheaks in his weapons, then goes to his room untill called for.

Judith follows the two the infirmary quietly and sits in a chair against the wall. She doesn't make a sound and seems not to want to attract any attention to herself.

She continues to stare dully at the floor.

Earlier:

Mike watches Pat walk away with something liek amazement in his one eye.

"What a f--king wierdo."

Mike throws his hand up and sputters incredulously.

Nowish:

The infirmary is very busy, with extremely tired looking clerks and soldiers pulling triple shifts, but Judith is shortly approached by one of the nurses.

"Miss Merari, would you come into the other room please?"

Oh, ok.

Judith gets up and goes to the other room.

Judith is led into one of the few unoccupied examination rooms. A trio of exhausted clerks all put down their cards, and are shooed out by the nurse.

"One of the doctors will be with you shortly."

The nurse leaves, and the clerks slip back in to grab their jackets and hands before leaving again.

Not thinking a response is needed, Judith goes over and sits down in the nearest chair.

They think I'm crazy so they're gonna have my head examined...I think I am crazy. I wish I was crazy, that I hallucinated that whole thing. Oh god, Judith don't think about him.

One of the clerks (Judith vaguely recognizes him from the intel department from, oh God it must be weeks ago now) stops and looks at her.

"You alright ma'am?"


OOC: Would you all believe that a year ago when Ingryter was telling me I should have this guy flirt with Judith, he named him Joe? Serendipity, eh?

The clerk's concern seem to wake her up a bit. Judith blinks as her eyes focus on the young man at the desk.

Hmm? I'm sorry. It's been...a rough night. I'll live, I guess.

OOC: I suppose you could call it that. Coincidence...perhaps ^_^

"Thats good. I guess field ops are pretty rough."

The young man sits down on a chair he turned around backwards, and rubs the close cropped hair under his beret.

"I just do tech work, though. I guess my part of all this is pretty mild."

Judith thinks on this a bit, reminded of her days when all she had to worry about was making the rent and finals.

But its still essential stuff, someone has gotta do it.

The young man laughs.

"Hardly. I just sit at a computer all day. You guys are the important ones. And the guys in A Company."

Important people, make important decisions, when they screw up they screw up in important ways. We're just a bunch of people with guns. We do dirty work.

Judith looks away.

...I suppose.