Week 3, day 10 of WWIV, 3 Days After Operation Lightning Rail
Griffin Base-Sector 16, Helipad, 1510 hours.
Third Person P.O.V.
Five helicopters arrive back at Griffin Base 16. The four have Echelons 9-12, while the fifth one helps the AR Team, Isabella, and Celia onboard. They did rescue 5 girls from the site that they raided before going after the now-deceased Rozanov. They land and all teams dismount from their vehicles, base personnel that was on stand-by are now catering to T-dolls and the rescued civilians. The six of them watched the spectacle of personnel doing their work, they then made their way to the armory with the other T-dolls. There wasn't much for them to do anymore, they completed their mission, and that's that.
Celia: "-Yawn- Well, despite that ending, we got something the might be useful... I'm beat. Isabella, wash my back tonight?"
Isabella: "You ask that every night..."
Celia: "Do I?"
Isabella: "Yes."
SOP II: "M4! M4! Would you scrub my back too?"
M4A1: "Umm, well..."
M16: "Eh~ Lucky."
AR-15: "Aren't you all forgetting something?"
T-Dolls: "Eh?"
AR-15 holds up the laptop that she was carrying to them. They look dumbfounded before coming back to the realization.
M16: "Oh, that thing? Do we all have to be present?"
AR-15: "So you are saying that you aren't curious at all?"
M16: "Well... I am, but..."
AR-15: "It's not like the information pertains to the AR Team. For all we know it could be something to identify supply points or intel."
M16: "Alright, alright. I'll bite, lets go see the Commander."
The six T-dolls unanimously agreed to go with AR-15, weather if they were bored, or to sate their curiosity. After returning to the armory to return their gear and weapons, they made their way to the Commanders office. Upon arriving there, they see the Commander Crane typing away at his computer. He doesn't notice T-dolls entering his office, he is hyper focused on something on the computer.
M4A1: "Commander we're--"
SOP II: "WE'RE BACK COMMANDER!!!"
He jumps by the outburst from Sop II, and stops typing on his computer. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he turns his attention to the dolls present.
Marcus: "*-Sigh-* That you are. Sorry, I was organizing my thoughts."
AR-15: "I think the one that should be sorry is Sop II..."
SOP II: "Eh? But I always do that!"
M4A1: "*-Ahem-* Commander, we brought the laptop that Rozanov left behind. Given the situation, we don't know what was being inputted into the laptop, so we decided not to interact with it."
Marcus: "Ah, thank you. I'll be sure to have The others look at this."
He takes the laptop from AR-15, then went back to his chair to continue his thoughts. After a few moments of silence, the six T-dolls still stand in-front of his desk, expectingly.

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