DATE: **/**/23
LOCATION: ACF-1325-A
ASSET: Dr. Cody Redd, A-Class-D, Head of Research L-14
EQUIPMENT: ACF-255 “Redd Medal”; medium-weight bomber jacket, well-worn; brown hiking boots, well-worn; Red Bull [interior pocket]
PURPOSE: Personal Investigation
Cody hadn’t changed his mind about this being a good way to spend his downtime, but damn, did he wish it was just a little warmer.
He’d remembered gloves, and a jacket, and heavier boots, and thicker blue jeans, but not a hat. Now, he wasn’t outright cold, exactly. He hadn’t lost feeling in any of his extremities and he was pretty sure if it wasn’t for the psychological effect of seeing snow this wouldn’t be too different from an air conditioned building. It was just that any feeling that was like cold was immediately interpreted as the end of the world by his body.
In his defense, Arizona never got this cold. He’d grown up in the dry kind of hot that roasted you all the way through, but he’d made a personal vow never to prefer the cold and damp to sun-baked desert, even if the sun-baked desert barely even felt like it was ever home. The only reason he even owned a non-Foundation-logo jacket was because he’d inherited his grandfather’s - the same jacket he’d worn in high school to be cool, despite the Arizona heat, and the jacket he’d almost died in the week ACF found out about his existence. It was now zipped up over his May the Mass Times Acceleration Be With You shirt and ACF-255. While he was willing to risk an interaction with an ungraded Risky-Class anomalous entity, he drew the line at potential exposure to snow.
He was very well aware that he might not even see ACF-1325-B this trip. Or next trip, or ever. She didn’t always appear. He could easily be wasting his time. But at least it wasn’t valuable research time he was wasting – just personal downtime. Downtime he’d followed procedures and protocols for appropriate rest periods for, although he did bring an energy drink just in case.
Had anyone experimented with the relationship between 1325-B and caffeine stimulants? Probably not. That’d be a huge risk, and he wouldn’t encourage a risk in security to satisfy personal curiosity. The only thing he’d risk here was himself, although what he was risking beyond merely “being a little too chilly” was a matter of perspective. And, hey, even if he never saw 1325-B, he’d gotten a peaceful walk in for the day. That alone was worth the trip.
LOCATION: ACF-1325-A
ASSET: Dr. Cody Redd, A-Class-D, Head of Research L-14
EQUIPMENT: ACF-255 “Redd Medal”; medium-weight bomber jacket, well-worn; brown hiking boots, well-worn; Red Bull [interior pocket]
PURPOSE: Personal Investigation
Cody hadn’t changed his mind about this being a good way to spend his downtime, but damn, did he wish it was just a little warmer.
He’d remembered gloves, and a jacket, and heavier boots, and thicker blue jeans, but not a hat. Now, he wasn’t outright cold, exactly. He hadn’t lost feeling in any of his extremities and he was pretty sure if it wasn’t for the psychological effect of seeing snow this wouldn’t be too different from an air conditioned building. It was just that any feeling that was like cold was immediately interpreted as the end of the world by his body.
In his defense, Arizona never got this cold. He’d grown up in the dry kind of hot that roasted you all the way through, but he’d made a personal vow never to prefer the cold and damp to sun-baked desert, even if the sun-baked desert barely even felt like it was ever home. The only reason he even owned a non-Foundation-logo jacket was because he’d inherited his grandfather’s - the same jacket he’d worn in high school to be cool, despite the Arizona heat, and the jacket he’d almost died in the week ACF found out about his existence. It was now zipped up over his May the Mass Times Acceleration Be With You shirt and ACF-255. While he was willing to risk an interaction with an ungraded Risky-Class anomalous entity, he drew the line at potential exposure to snow.
He was very well aware that he might not even see ACF-1325-B this trip. Or next trip, or ever. She didn’t always appear. He could easily be wasting his time. But at least it wasn’t valuable research time he was wasting – just personal downtime. Downtime he’d followed procedures and protocols for appropriate rest periods for, although he did bring an energy drink just in case.
Had anyone experimented with the relationship between 1325-B and caffeine stimulants? Probably not. That’d be a huge risk, and he wouldn’t encourage a risk in security to satisfy personal curiosity. The only thing he’d risk here was himself, although what he was risking beyond merely “being a little too chilly” was a matter of perspective. And, hey, even if he never saw 1325-B, he’d gotten a peaceful walk in for the day. That alone was worth the trip.
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