Arrival to Manta Carlos

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Oct 22, 2015
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"It wasn't as bad as losing limbs," she said without a trace of emotion. As true as that statement was, the implant surgery actually hurt more than she cared to express. Although the anesthetic really helped in toning down the pain during the procedure, the healing process was irritating to say the least.

"Monitor me?" she echoed. "Get sick one time and they start treating me like a child..." she started grumbling as she went to the front door where the two crates were waiting to be let in.

"No need to apologize. You are only doing your job." Sarah turned on the lights and headed upstairs with a yawn, straight to the master bedroom. The crates followed her, their treads shifting shapes to easily climb the stairs. She turned to Henry and said, "Pick where you want to post yourself. I'm going to sleep..."

The crates positioned themselves in the empty corner of the room while Sarah took off her coat and unceremoniously tossed it over an expensive-looking chair. She just wanted to shut off for the night already. Once she was on the bed, it didn't take long for sleep to take her. Not surprising since the mattress felt like clouds. They obviously cleaned this all up the night before as not a single dust particle was thrown up.
 

GaugeGrinner

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Not as bad as loosing limbs, "....Wahr genug." He said. Get sick one time? Did she have some kind of disease or illness he'd have to monitor? She did seem unusually pale. He'd ask later, she was tired from the trip.

"Very well, gute nacht." He said. He would alternate between walking the perimeter of the estate, patrolling in the hallways and sitting next to Sarah's door smoking a cigar with an ashtray next to him all night. Some proximity alarms would have helped let Henry catch some shut-eye in between, but he'd have to make due.​
 
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