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</div>NAME: Terry Morgan<br/>Alias: Cabal Black<br/>Age: 40<br/>Location:  Operations Room, Kitchen<br/>Wearing: See Picture<br/>Mood Music:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F4VR-6AS0-l4&amp;hash=a0ae5525b3170f94d5d4e096b01954be" href="https://youtu.be/4VR-6AS0-l4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ludovico Einaudi - Nuvole Bianche</a><br/>Tagging:  Kenji<br/>Mentioning:  Kenji, Alissa<br/><br/>Terry walked out of the Operations Room, but once out into the hallway, she ran out of the bunker.  She heard Kenji offering to help.  He must have thought she was running away from him, maybe even from all of them.  But really, she was just trying to put distance between herself and the Matrix.  And she only stopped running when she was once again in the manor, with the concrete and rebar and shielding of the bunker between herself and the Matrix.  Only then did she take a deep breath and slow down to a walk once more.  Her headache was already beginning to fade to something manageable.<br/><br/>Entering the kitchen she started to survey what was available.  She could tell that her options were limited.  There was chicken and sausage in the refrigerator.  And rice, flour and vinegar in the pantry.  And all the vegetables needed for gumbo.  Well, except for the okra, which she didn't care for anyhow. Plus a large stock pot.  But gumbo would take some time to make, so Terry pulled out her cellphone and called Gino's to order 4 different types of pizza.  She could always put them in the warming drawers under the oven to keep them warm until everyone arrived for lunch.  She could make this work, with a little help.  But first, she needed to get rid of her jacket and roll up her sleeves.<br/><br/>Terry felt so much better aboveground, with the sun pouring through the kitchen window.  A hummingbird hovered, looking in at her.  The gardens looked lovely.  If not for the Matrix, she would have been willing to spend a lifetime here.<br/><br/>But what to do about the vegetarian in the group?  The vegetables that would work for gumbo, wouldn't work for a decent salad.  And Alissa was always such a picky eater.<br/><br/>"Someone needs to go to the grocery store," she muttered as Kenji walked into the room.  Glancing over at him, she smiled, saying "I'm sorry for running away like that, but I hate being underground with that thing."  She assumed he knew what "thing" she was talking about.