[MD 1, aboard the plane]
>"There's nothing in this report to support that theory," she said. "
>But it is just a preliminary report. Some of the tests would take a
>bit longer to be completed. With a little luck, maybe there'll be
>some news waiting for us when we get to New York."
Randa nodded. "Yeah, I hope that's the case. I might hang around the ME's office for awhile, re-run some of the tests, just to make sure certain things match up. If something's not kosher, we'll know then for sure."
"Trying to get out of the hard investigating, eh?" Edwards said jokingly.
"I miss lab work," she said shrugging. "What can I say?" She looked down at her copy of the case file, then at her laptop, wondering if anything had come back about the patch on the dead soldiers' uniforms.
She opened the file where she'd saved her initial sketch of it and set to cleaning it up a bit before they got to New York.
After about ten minutes or so, Randa noticed someone watching her from the corner of her eye. Looking back, she saw Emily, who smiled.
"That's excellent, especially having done it from memory," she commented.
"Thanks. I used to moonlight as a sketch artist," Randa deadpanned, then smiled distantly before getting up and stretching. She started walking toward the back of the plane, looking at the ground. After a few more steps, she bumped into someone in front of her, larger by far.
The man looked down at her and glared, not out of anger that this slight woman had bumped into him, but that despite the glare and his intimidating size, she didn't have the slightest trace of fear in her expression.
Instead of cowering away, she kept walking forward, not thinking anything of the situation. He grumbled something inaudible, then followed her.
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