She's Limping Now

Hell went off to meet with Armando Chang at a section of COMCEN she hadn't been given clearance. What is Armando up to?

I also heard her telling Dr. Kirkland that the serum is wearing off, which means that she's feeling a lot of pain--what with that leg injury--so why isn't she taking her painkillers?

And why isn't she resting? Mission over for her, so there's nothing more for her to do. She hadn't slept for a long time while now, so she should be feeling sleepy. Yet there she is, limping off with Armando.

Hmmm. Should I tell Number Eight they are heading his way? He doesn't like being interrupted when he's in the middle of interrogating.

Camera On

There's something wrong with Hell. Sure, she's in pain now, but there is something else wrong with her. Got to watch her closely.

Success

The operation had a couple of glitches--human mistakes--but overall, everything went as planned.

T.'s diversion
Number One's interruption

May I add here that it was very entertaining to listen in while they were pretending they didn't know each other? *snicker

Hell didn't return unscathed but she was successful at accomplishing the mission. The wanted device was found. However, the culprits escaped due to human error. Hard to calculate that little human factor, dudes. Oh, well, they'll just have to ask me better-formed questions.

Hell is now with the Medics. She had to be carried in by Number Eight. Lucky girl. Number Eight told the doctor, and with a straight face, the device was in her pants. How did he know that?

Impressive

All is quiet because the mission is still ongoing. All seven commandos are up to something. Helen, at this point, hadn't had sleep for the last 48 hours. She's still performing at full capacity, according to our Visual at Command. Our acting Operating Chief is impressed. I'm still replaying visuals of Hell in the elevator. I cannot tell you what she did--classified, dudes--but whoa. Methinks she has convinced the boys she can play.

The top brass, waiting for the results, has gone to bed. I suspect some of them are wishing that our experiment with Hell will fail.

Ha. My Terabyte's on Hell.

Turn The Corner

From Hell's journal:

The first test is tomorrow and all the big brass is coming here. I feel so important! Ha. Of course, if I fail, then I'm up shit creek. Not that I'd care at that moment, since I'd be filled with The Juice, as I called it. You know, the drug that's supposed to make me fearless and all that. I wonder what that'd feel like, to walk around and not feel, pfffft. Doc. Kirkland assured me that I'd feel something; it's not as if I'd turn into Ahnold and become the female Terminator.

But. You never know. Armando and Flyboy are right. It's a drug and you never know what the effects are.

Mr. Monitor Trainer has been mum about his opinion. I wonder whether he'd taken the juice before? He seemed like the type that would try it on himself out of curiosity.

I'm psyched. It's about time I get to show these dudes that I'm not just training any more.

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I'll be watching too, Hell. I've given them my computation of 77.7 percent success rate. Since I can't actually feel the juice in my system, sweets, I'd to downgrade just a little bit. But you know what? I know you'll find a way to beat the PTB at their own game! Good luck!