Siren spun in his chair, letting out an exasperated sigh as the chair came to a slow stop. He looked around the room, computers and piles of paperwork as far as the eye could see, and watched his sister - hunched over her desk intently reading the file before her. They had been left at HQ during the fight. Siren figured it was some sort of hazing, they had only just been transferred to this division. Like every workplace, there was a hierarchy and they were the newbies. It didn't matter how much field experience they had in the last place or whether they were 'top dogs' there; here they were new and planned not to rock the boat this time.<br/>"Sis... I'm bored," Siren whined.<br/>"Why don't we take a break?" Galatea sighed, dropping the file onto the desk and rubbing her eyes. The words had began to blur together. She had forgotten how many she had read at this point but could recite protocols at a drop of a hat.<br/><br/>On their journey to replenish their caffeine levels; the twins noticed a manic rush in the infirmary department. Unable to curb his curiosity, Siren peaked through the door of the infirmary catching the sight of a very injured Mouse.<br/>"Oh no... Poor kid," he uttered, which drew his sister's attention. Her heart sank to see such a small child in such a state. Spying an idle nurse, she burst in to gather the details.<br/>The nurse explained to them that the P.A.F were hit hard by the rebellion during a bank robbery. A lot of civilian deaths during this one, fortunately none of the team were killed but some severely injured. The department are waiting for the rest to report back to tend to injuries. The twins exchanged glances, and without speaking aloud they decided to stay in the infirmary to help with any casualties. Both were experienced in first aid.<br/>Galatea tried avoiding looking at Mouse. It was not right, in her mind, that a child should be out on the field. Regardless of how new they are, she and her brother should have gone. With every beep of the heart monitor, her fist clenched tighter and tighter. She looked at her brother - who had discovered the infirmary had their own supply of coffee and helped himself - and was so pleased to have him with her. He could have been one of them, one of those murderous rebels.<br/>Next time the rebellion strikes, she vowed to herself that she would be on the front lines to stop them.