Dr. Kallie Reed
Member
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[font color="purple"]DATE: 7/15/2022
LOCATION: L-14
ASSETS: Dr. Kallie Reed; ACF-1003-C, Mr. Johnson
EQUIPMENT: Examination equipment including an x-ray machine and a medical kit.
PURPOSE: Examination of ACF-1003-C [/font]
Kallie Reed was not amused. In fact, she was as far removed from amused as one could possibly be. She had been walking around the Foundation facility for no less than three hours with a tracker in her hand. The device was meant to help find one Mr. John Johnson, but so far had only aided Kallie in running in circles. The tracker itself was not very accurate, and couldn’t pinpoint the man’s location. Instead, it provided a roughly fifty-foot sphere of approximate location. This meant that it was easy enough to end up in the wrong room, on the wrong floor, and miss him entirely.
Kallie was very much, as Pepper would put it, over it.
Of course, this wouldn’t have been an issue if the intern she had sent to find the man had tried to find him for longer than an hour. The poor boy was a fool, but a helpful fool on most occasions. This was not one of them. No, instead, Kallie had to run around with a broken old tracker and hope that she eventually caught the man. She felt that most people might have given up by now, but Kallie wasn’t most people. She was the same woman who had refused an A-Class-D promotion for nearly a decade. Stubbornness ran in her blood like water in a stream.
She pushed open the door to the cafeteria for the sixth time that day– only to finally find Mr. Johnson there, mop in hand, going at the floors. She sighed in relief and her expression became stern as she approached the man.[font color=purple] “Mr. Johnson? I’ve been looking for you for hours. I would like it very much if you’d accompany me to an examination room.”[/font color]
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[font color="purple"]DATE: 7/15/2022
LOCATION: L-14
ASSETS: Dr. Kallie Reed; ACF-1003-C, Mr. Johnson
EQUIPMENT: Examination equipment including an x-ray machine and a medical kit.
PURPOSE: Examination of ACF-1003-C [/font]
Kallie Reed was not amused. In fact, she was as far removed from amused as one could possibly be. She had been walking around the Foundation facility for no less than three hours with a tracker in her hand. The device was meant to help find one Mr. John Johnson, but so far had only aided Kallie in running in circles. The tracker itself was not very accurate, and couldn’t pinpoint the man’s location. Instead, it provided a roughly fifty-foot sphere of approximate location. This meant that it was easy enough to end up in the wrong room, on the wrong floor, and miss him entirely.
Kallie was very much, as Pepper would put it, over it.
Of course, this wouldn’t have been an issue if the intern she had sent to find the man had tried to find him for longer than an hour. The poor boy was a fool, but a helpful fool on most occasions. This was not one of them. No, instead, Kallie had to run around with a broken old tracker and hope that she eventually caught the man. She felt that most people might have given up by now, but Kallie wasn’t most people. She was the same woman who had refused an A-Class-D promotion for nearly a decade. Stubbornness ran in her blood like water in a stream.
She pushed open the door to the cafeteria for the sixth time that day– only to finally find Mr. Johnson there, mop in hand, going at the floors. She sighed in relief and her expression became stern as she approached the man.[font color=purple] “Mr. Johnson? I’ve been looking for you for hours. I would like it very much if you’d accompany me to an examination room.”[/font color]
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