Before Keeper could leave, Fixer tapped her on the shoulder, the pointed to her through and tapped her ear. Keeper looked at her quizzically for a moment before nodding.<strong>"Thank you for reminding me, Fixer. We should have some communications equipment to make available, throat comms that can be fixed up to blend in with your skin, micro earpieces, and those who will be operating inside the casino can be given contact lens cameras. Once Oded has a location secured for overwatch, he can link to the cameras to observe everything going on. That should be-"</strong><br/><br/>Fixer again tapped Keeper on the shoulder, this time pointing to Savsta and Mila. She pointed to herself, then made a motion across her abdomen.<strong>"Oh, good point. Mila, Savsta, go see Doc down in the medical room. I don't need several agents unable to do field work because they got knocked up on their first operation."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The medical room was a simple clean white room, converted from one of the freighter's holds. A bed sat on either corner of the room, a white curtain able to be pulled over to give the occupant some measure of privacy. Along the back wall sat all manner of medical equipment, while in the middle of the room and taking up the most space was a large tank of blue liquid, a bacta tank. Doc herself was a woman who's age was impossible to tell, partly due to all the gleaming chrome cybernetics around her body. She gave a half-smile to Savsta and Mila, the other half of her face covered by a metal plate.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"I didn't think I'd be seeing two of the operatives so soon. Neither of you appear to be injured, so what can I help you with?"</span>Her voice had an odd, mechanical buzzing to it, obviously a vocal modulator.