Angela was wheeled into the waiting room slowly. It got on her nerves. The slow squeaking of the large wheels was about to drive her out the chair and the hospital until she couldn't run anymore. It was like the creak of an old house in one of those old movies she'd seen- a precursor to blood-curlding screams and mind-numbing terror. She clenched the padding of the armrest anxiously, hearing the phantom skittering of monsters with frightened, child-like eyes. She sucked in a deep breath.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Calm down. You're meeting a superior officer. Don't act like a lunatic.</span><br/>When the orderly -she wasn't surprised it was a man rather than a female nurse given how she had probabaly come in here- pushed open the door and she caught sight of Lutienant Tyson. He had a wild look to him. It was hard to put into words, but it was almost like he was more in touch with his primal nature than even hardended veterans.<br/>When the haunting squeaking came to a stop with the movement of the chair, she stood slowly, feeling the stiffness build in her muscles again. Fear.<br/>She was afraid again. But of what? There were no monsters here- just a man and a boy. The gaze with which she viewed the wary, though even she wasn't sure why. A cough made her jerk her head to the side, tensing and her fingers twitched for the weapon at her belt that was not there.<br/>Instead, she saluted Tyson.<br/>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Luitenant. I am Private First Class Angela Tarben of Strider Unit...the last remaining member of squads A through C." she told him quietly, forcing herself not to shudder at the possible fates of the aforementioned members of her Unit.