<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>Saying that things had gotten emotional would be an understatement, but Kari was also proud of how both Damian and Allia had handled matters as they had unfolded. She didn’t like the idea of letting people go any more then Allia did, and in some ways, it hurt even more. These had been her father’s people, the ones he had worked with and alongside to build up the unit. Each one that she had to let go was severing another little link to him, adding to the stark reality that he was no longer with them.<br/><br/>But it needed to be done. Sentimentality would not keep them alive. And she would do it, for it was her job.<br/><br/>Still, she turned and nodded to the pair of them. “Believe me, Allia, I want to get back at the Falcons as much as you do. But, while it would be great to hurt them in the same way that they hurt us, we still need to focus on getting ourselves back into the game. But trust me, I’m not going to forgive or forget any time soon.” Kari lead in and offered the lieutenant a small but determined nod, before turning back to the pair of them.<br/><br/>“At this point, I think we’ve covered everything that we need to,” Kari continued. “I’d like regular reports on how the recruits do; highlight any problem areas or any who may have useful skills and the like. Ad if you need me for anything, then let me know.” She stood. “And thanks.”<br/><br/>Kari turned to leave, a lot on her mind. She knew that she had to start the restructuring program immediately, and that would begin with the awkward questions of looking for those who were willing to stand down. What she really wanted to do, however, was be anywhere else. And there was a way out she knew she could take, a small release at the very least.<em>I should focus. I need to do this,</em>she told herself.<em>But…</em><br/>