<div class="floatright">(https://k60.kn3.net/0/6/A/D/1/1/607.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Aviva Hadad</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front Gate and kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"ID please ma'm."<br/><br/>The burly security officer outside the Refuge's gate had stopped Aviva.<br/><br/>"What's all this for then?"<br/><br/>The curly brunette clearly hadn't gotten the news from that morning yet as she had been busy driving around to collect produce for a proper meal that evening.<br/><br/>"The campus is on lockdown. We don't want any of them to escape."<br/>"Escape!? Them?! They are human beings and they are here on free will. Because scum like you doesn't give them a proper chance."<br/>"You can insult me all you ma'm, I still have to see your ID."<br/>"Well in that case you big ape, here you go..."<br/><br/>Aviva held up her ID and then took it away again.<br/><br/>"Now you have seen it. Can I go now?"<br/>"The longer you make a fuss, the longer this will take ma'm."<br/><br/>She gave the officer her ID, Campus clearance and driver's license.<br/><br/>"<em>Kus emek..</em>"*<br/><br/>Fairly sure that the officer didn't understand Hebrew, she uttered the curse out loud and sat back.<br/><br/>"What are you transporting ma'm?"<br/>"Guns. To start my own Futa army to conquer the world and be the almighty powerful."<br/>"I will have to search it."<br/>"Christ.. It's food alright. I'm the chef here and I get the produce fresh, which is why the van is refridgerated."<br/>"I still have to search it for contraband."<br/>"Cont... Why the fuck did you ask if you were going to search it anyway?"<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes and sighed and crossed her arms. Properly annoyed she listed to the doors open, some ruffling among the boxes and then the doors closed.<br/><br/>"You're cleared to go in."<br/>"<em>Sababa.</em>"**<br/><br/>Aviva put the van in drive and nearly hit the barrier as it opened with the top of the van. She drove straight to the back of the main building where the storage for the kitchen was, honked three times and turned the engine off. The kitchen staff opened the door to the storage and Aviva climbed out and opened the back doors of the van. She gave instructions on what went where. The staff reflected on the breakfast service, which was something Aviva trusted the refugees to do themselves. It was basically cooking, scrambling or frying eggs and make sure the buffet was stocked.<br/><br/>Lunch service was a buffet as well with soup, bread, pancakes and on weekends hot meals like mashed potatoes, chips or other snacks.<br/><br/>Dinner service was usually two choices of meals which could be ordered from the tables and was cooked on order. Of course, never having the same recipe's required Aviva to stay on her toes and make sure she put something nutricious and tasteful on.<br/><br/>"Alright, start cutting these vegetables for the soup. I've got twelve chicken legs for the soup and some onions. Put it all on, make the broth nice and spicy with some peppers. When that's on, start cutting the mushrooms and some peppercorns for the mushroom sauce for tonight...<em>Kadima</em>***.. let's go."<br/><br/>Aviva went out, closed the doors of the pantry and the van and parked the van on the staff parking. Then she went back inside in search for nurse Ride.<br/><br/>*Your mother's cunt<br/>** Wonderful<br/>*** Let's go