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[ Hope you're not a light sleeper, Elric. Before dawn rises, the following will scroll unprompted across his synchronizer cuff. ]

PSYBREAKS_OPERATING_SYSTEM://INITIALIZE
>COMMAND://ENTER_AUTH
AUTHORIZATION://PENDING_ACCESS
>COMMAND://ENTER_USER
USER_NAME://LRC_310
>COMMAND://INPUT_PASSCODE
PASSCODE://AN_TEARRACH
COMMAND_SYSTEM://ONLINE
USER://VERIFIED

CALLING: GALE

When you see Pop, follow the steps above via her collar uplink to your cuff. You'll get a message. Pending vocal recognition verification. Your current valid commands are "guard" and "search."

[ Ed doesn't understand all this coding nonsense. To him, what flashes across the cuff looks like complete gibberish. Only half-awake, he squints wearily at the cuff screen, making a decisive point in his mind to figure it out later and go back to bed.

Then, the call-function of the blackglass activates and without even checking the caller ID, Ed presses 'answer'. He's jolted into alertness the moment he hears Gale's voice, hitting his head at the side of his miserable tent and wincing. ]

Instructor Gale?! [ what is this ungodly hour??? does gale even sleep. also he's taking in these instructions but they aren't registering at all. ]

What do you mean? Pop's coming here?! [ He likes Pop 100000000x more than he does Crackle but that still doesn't mean he's ready for giant murderdogs this earlier into the morning. ]

[ That was slightly worse than he imagined. Gale's tone does not change. ]

Yes, Pop is going there. Try not to let her smell your fear.

[ LOOK HE'S ONLY BARELY AWAKE!!! AH okay time to rub the sleep out of his eyes and take in the situation for real. He scrolls through the coding that was sent to him, trying his best to make it out. While he still knows balls about code, it's easy to figure out the gist. ]

Are you ... lending her to me? [ but he's a grey so he's not supposed to get stuff!! ]

Word has it you're not terrible at hide and seek.

[ oh, so it's about that. Maybe that cuddling exercise had a reason after all? Nothing in the CDC happened for nothing. ]

I'm still not good enough to best that dog of yours. [ If the goal of the assessment was to actually stay hidden, there was no way Jean and Ed could have succeeded. Thankfully, all they were required to do was to amuse Pop. ]

What's this about? Do you have something you want me to do?

Another hundred years of that and you might best her. Give or take.

[ Her amusement is her training. Gale's voice turns a shade sharper then. ]

Do I? You're at a disadvantage. Are you going to add creativity to the things that you lack?

Well, kinda assumed you had some weird mission to send me on. [ no need to get sarcastic, gosh!!! ]

Unless you just need a dog-sitter ...?

No. No mission. Why did you work hard to please the creature that killed you in your mind's eye?

Don't go thinking I'm a dog-lover or anything. I just didn't want to fail. [ Since he still doesn't agree with the CDC's goals, his transfer to Grey team didn't actually bother him very much before. Now that he knows what Grey team entails, though ... ]

Instructor Warriorhead told me that being in Grey means I'll be kept out of the loop on some things. I don't want to be in a situation where I can't help.

You already are in that situation. Warriorhead likes to know about things that tick. Not simply that they do, but how. Why. The precise intervals in which ticking takes places. The spaces in between. He expects no less precision from his team.

[ You started this, Edward. So early too. ]

The same can be said for the entirety of the CDC. Grey or not, a failure affects the whole of it.

CONSIGNMENT: IC INBOX

DAY 92 (ALSO CREEPISHLY EARLY)

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