Frankie took Sayuki by the hand and started walking her off the battlefield, somewhat surprised by how genuine her tears seemed to be.  "We can let you keep the sword and take it into our base, but the security measures needed will be unpleasant, and somewhat unsavory.  You'll need to be kept securely tied up at all times, and in secure parts of the facility, you'll have to be sedated as well.  Since virtually every part of our base is a "secure" portion, you most likely won't even remember anything about the place until we've finished interrogating you, performing background checks, and studying your sword."  Frankie seemed somewhat uncomfortable describing the terms under which she would be confined, knowing that DPDS soldiers, and even unscrupulous members of elite groups like the hellfire brigade, had taken advantage of nubile young women who had refused to make any accommodation with the DPDS in the past, and the situation showed no signs of improving.<br/><br/>Such was the risk of maintaining a military organization.  Sure, most of the victims didn't even remember being abused, and the ones who did had mistaken their experiences for either drug induced hallucinations or part of the testing.  Frankie secretly wondered if the men who had registered Ghost into the service had been good men.  He shook his head to evade the thought, not willing to think about the poor girl being abused like that.