<strong>Dr Fields</strong><br/><br/><br/>He barely lifted an eye from his work as Seraph and Voltaic came in. His hands were flying across his energy screens, some flashing up pictures (live images, apparently) of some pokey, grim part of Kalston, somewhere with a lot of people suddenly swarming about, security teams seemed to be clearing the area. Then, the next one was another profile similar to each candidates, except there was next to no information on it, and the picture was simply of a masked man. The only words next to his image were - THREAT LEVEL: MAGNUM.<br/><br/>Nurse Darian cast one scornful stare at the impassive Doctor, and gestured towards Plasma, Seraph, and Voltaic in turn. Smiling, her anger at her superior boiling away to be replaced with the want to care for the young candidates, she knelt on the floor of the living room. Wrapping her wrists together, she performed a series of strange gestures with her fingers on her arms, and then strange...organic...<em>things</em>fell from her limbs, apparently made of her own skin, which was now glowing faintly. The small organic tools/robots split themselves up and hopped onto each of the wounded candidates, specialising in knitting bone for Seraph (getting in strangely painlessly and using its tiny arms, the glow apparently some euphoric anaesthesia) and marvellously well-done stitches for Voltaic. The one healing Plasma was impervious to his blood as it spread its pleasant glow across him and went to work on his own wounds.<br/><br/>The third figure, a masked medic (apparently) spoke in a monotone voice.<br/><br/>"The briefing Dr Fields is about to give you is official. However the method of surgery employed by Nurse Darian right now is classified. Not even the military has access to this kind of medicine and the Nurse can only use it rarely. Talk of this does not leave this room and<em>does not</em>get to any of the other candidates."<br/><br/>Nurse Darian rolled her eyes as she worked and - did she just? - definitely gave a hearty smile to Plasma. Was this an older woman enjoying working on a younger man's body a little too much? Probably.<br/><br/>Any further cougar-esque flirtations were stopped when Dr Fields began his briefing.<br/><br/>"You five are now a new team. You will be taken to the edges of the Krim Zone, and from there you must find your way to the target; this man."<br/><br/>Several screens flipped themselves towards the candidates and Wrath's masked image flashed up.<br/><br/>"Codename Wrath has been very quiet of late but it appears he has been busy with something after all. This is no surprise and not exactly a rare phenomena amongst the natives of the Krim Zone, but Wrath apparently has something that could threaten the integrity of the security in Kalston.This kind of situation has been dealt with before, but this one in particular has been exacerbated by Kalston security going over my head and sending a response team in.”<br/><br/>Dr Fields looked genuinely livid at this point.<br/><br/>“As you can imagine, they didn’t do too well, and now your mission objectives are thus, in this priority; Find and neutralise the explosive. Extract wounded and unconscious Kalston security staff. Neutralise codename Wrath. Any questions? You leave in five minutes.”<br/>