[There are some missions that sear to the bone, that scar the psyche, that leave wounds that will never heal. What they've seen in those photos is enough to qualify. Lindianne can't bear to think about it lest it resurface from her memories. Those few seconds were enough.]

[She locks eyes with Rhodes for a moment. She pauses, mouth parted as if she wants to offer him some empathy. But there's nothing she can say to make any of this less monstrous. She closes her mouth and compromises with a nod.]

Rhodes... [A beat.] Paul. I appreciate what you've done.

These assholes are going down for this. I can guarantee you that much.

[Lindianne spends a few minutes before the briefing in a bathroom out of earshot, throwing up what little food she managed to choke down earlier. If anyone hears her, no one says anything when she finally emerges again. The game face is back on. Her hands are balled into fists at her side as she gives the briefing along with Faye.]

[She stares at a point over Voodoo's head with a thousand-yard stare. She barely blinks. The images feel as though they're burned into her retinas at this point. Nothing will ever be okay again.]

[But what those people suffered... it's going to end. She'll make sure of it.]