[She should have known better than to look for intel with the grunts, but desperation can drive someone to take a gamble on impossible odds. She stands next to them, looking out at the other 42 ID members as they go about their daily routine. The picture of normalcy.]
[Or what passes for normal in a world falling apart, anyway.]
[For a moment, Lindianne stands there, chewing pensively on the inside of her cheek. Then she turns back towards the Base of Operations. Kandel is always strict about quarantine procedures for newcomers. With a little luck, their John Doe is still in the locker waiting to be left out.]
[The sun is just beginning to drift towards the horizon when she makes it back to the Base of Operations. Second shift is on duty now; the newer members of the personnel give her a wide berth still even as she strolls by looking like she just stepped out of the subway tunnels for a quick walk. She doesn't even spare them a glance. Her eyes are fixed forward.]
[She raps twice on the Situation Room door, as gently as she dares.]
no subject
[Or what passes for normal in a world falling apart, anyway.]
[For a moment, Lindianne stands there, chewing pensively on the inside of her cheek. Then she turns back towards the Base of Operations. Kandel is always strict about quarantine procedures for newcomers. With a little luck, their John Doe is still in the locker waiting to be left out.]
[The sun is just beginning to drift towards the horizon when she makes it back to the Base of Operations. Second shift is on duty now; the newer members of the personnel give her a wide berth still even as she strolls by looking like she just stepped out of the subway tunnels for a quick walk. She doesn't even spare them a glance. Her eyes are fixed forward.]
[She raps twice on the Situation Room door, as gently as she dares.]
Looking for Vegas. Where's he at?