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Myyth smiled as Gail took on the new hunter...Dariel. Once he'd been placed in a room and the other hunters attended to, Myyth went after Gail, following her to the main med lab. Gail had already seen the mask, and waited, clearly expecting an explanation.

"My mate, Omki's come down with whatever is going around. I don't think I'm infected, but....." Gail nodded and glanced over at Dariel room. Myyth had to shrug. This thing didn't have a scent she was awear of. "Do you have much of a handel on this thing?"

When Gail shook her head Myyth had to nod. It was still too soon. "Well," she said placing a somewhat happy look on her face. "I can stay for a few hours at least, and longer if I Omki's condition stays stable....Maybe a second set of eyes on this thing might help?"

((Myythern is listed as a Hunter ally, Rikku.))

Will burst into Haven, helping to support Kerrigan with one arm while helping Bridget carry Lydia with the other. "GAIL! GET YOUR a** OVER HERE! WE HAVE WOUNDED!"

In seconds the place was a blur of motion. Shortly Lydia was placed on an examination table and Kerrigan was put in a private room. Leaving Gail to examine Lydia, Will turned to Cookie, who'd accompanied them along with Gail and Hunter into the medical room. "Cookie, Kerri's pretty messed up right now. I think that she fed tonight. She'll need counselling. I want you to stay with her, try to help her through it. Alright?"

Cookie nodded and stepped into Kerrigan's room, gently closing the door after himself. Nodding, he turned to Gail. "Talk to me Gail. How's Lydia?"

"No physical injuries. It's obviously psychic trauma."

Turning to Hunter, he gestured for him to be on his way quickly. "Hunter, find Sethe or any other psychics that we have available. Find as many as you can and bring them here. Lydia needs help. Go. Gail, see about cleaning Lydia up some, she's splattered in blood."

As people rushed to carry out his orders, Will sighed and sank down into one of the small waiting room's chairs. God, but did her ever feel old right now.

Bridget watched all the 'Hustle and Bustle' of Haven and the "NEW MEAT" being introduced to Hunter. What got any sane person willingly choose this type of life
and the shortness of it. There weren't any sane people here .... everyone was damaged goods in some form or fashion(most because of thier run into something
supernatural) and this is how they were trapped in thier own mad-house.

She thought about her childhood....the slaughter of her family by person/persons
unknown, her grandparents and strict upbringing, and then finally the Army. She
thought she had finally found a home and could make a difference and she was good at it. Graduated from SEARS, Sniper School, Special Forces and doing it one on one with the others (no special treatment). They snatched her up within a month's time...she had volunteered for this one too; Project Nemesis.

She had been human then.... now she wasn't certain anymore, not with what they
had done to her and the others. Over 30 soldiers were selected for the project and
out of that only 12 didn't die, reject the treatments or go insane. They still trained between surgeries and treatments and when it was over Project Nemesis was ready to be tested. We passed with flying colors playing wargames against the very best the military had to throw at us... we were High.

Then came the missions and the practical use of us as a team; we were brutally effective and effeicent. 25 misssions completed and no losses for our team... but
what they had us do "Burned us to our souls".....more damaged goods. Then the
missions stopped and we were all separated never knowing why and spent the rest of our time at various bases, then mustered out. She knew why she was here
payback for her family and mostly killing was what she was best at... some life goal.

Bridget snapped out of her reverie and decided it was time to call it a day and go home.... Sanchez would be waiting for her in 40 minutes.

((exit Residential District))

((NPCing as Cookie))

The room was silent as Cookie sat softly down in one of the chairs, carefully studying the young woman in front of him. Will was right, she was a mess. And to his trained eye, it seemed like she might have always been a mess, it was just so much more obvious now. Kerrigan seemed to have a guilt complex that would make Judas Iscariot seem to have a spotlessly clean conscience. At this rate, the girl would kill herself trying to "punish" herself for things that she had no control over, but percieved as being her fault. It was amazing that she hadn't already done so.

Cookie frowned, just slightly as he kept staring at her. This... would be challenging. He might look like a big, dumb fry chef but he'd gotten his masters in psychology and psychiatry, with lesser degrees in counselling, social services, and communications before Hunter had told him all about what went bump in the night and brought him in as the New York Hunters cook and shrink. Yet despite all that, he wasn't sure if he was up to the challenge of saving Kerrigan from herself. But Will was depending on him. Cookie knew that Will cared deeply about Kerrigan, perhaps more so than he realized. He had entrusted one of his oldest and dearest friends in New York into his care, and he was not about to let the young Hunter leader down.

Getting comfortable, he regarded Kerrigan for another second before speaking, in his deep but gentle voice. "So, do you want to talk about it, Kerri?"

Myyth saw the wounded come in, and seeing Gail would have her hands full, she went to grab a lab coat and a another set of gloves. Moving around she she fetched and carried for Gail, and dealt with some of the other minute tasks.

She raised an eyebrow slightly at Lydia diagnosis, that would be a difficult on to deal with..... and hadn't Lydia been human the last time she'd been in here? Shaking her head, myth grabbed some stuff to clean up. It was probably better she didn't get too involved. The last thing she needed was to cough on someone.

Will wasn't looking quite like himself, but looking around she could see why. Now wasn't a good time if there ever would be..... although she should really speak to Omki first....

Will slapped a hand against his forehead. "Let me take a wild guess Tyler, your mission went FUBAR, didn't it? Sigh... The medical ward is pretty busy right now, but there should still be several rooms and beds available. Can you and your team make it back to Haven under your own power?"