Silence in the Storm

Enlisted to Heal.

"Name?"

"Angelina Cavendish."

"Date of Birth?"

"Classified."

"...Heh, right. Affiliation?"

"Task Force 141; Medic."

I was annoyed.
That interrogation was totally unnecessary, but the security guard at the main gate thought it was funny to waste my time.
I was fifteen minutes late only because of that hassle of being held up, "to enforce security protocols". An absolute Maláka.

- I'll have to hit up the main entrance and double check, ma'am.

- I'm already late, guard. Just let me pass; my credential will grant me access anyway since I'm on the system.

- We'll see about that, lady... Your hurry won't make me work any faster, so hold up tight in your vehicle.

I sighed. He obviously was making my life miserable and difficult out of pettiness, and I was his target. Of all days...
Suddenly my phone rang. I looked at the screen and it was Mrs. Laswell's number. Shit.

- Cavendish speaking.

- Hello, Cavendish. How are you?

- Been better.

- What's the matter? Can't you make it to the base today?

- Quite the opposite, Mrs. Laswell... I'm right at front of the first gate.

- A systemic issue happened?

- Not really. - I was hesitant, but I had to say it. - The guards at the first gate are withholding my credential for unknown reasons.

- I'm so sorry for this issue, Cavendish... - she sighed in annoyance. - It's not the first time that these guards gives some sort of hassle. I will send an operative to escort you inside; just hold on a little longer.

- Apologies for bringing you an issue, Mrs. Laswell.

- It's totally fine, Cavendish. The operative will be there in a moment.

The call ended, and I saw the security guard casually chatting with the gate operator at the gate booth. I was beyond uncomfortable with the situation; especially because they glanced at me and laughed, but I couldn't do much about it.

Minutes passed, and the pedestrian entrance opened. Both guards stiffen up and saluted the person getting out. I was expecting a humongous soldier with a menacing aura, but I got welcomed by a young woman with a beautiful set of eyes, a tanned skin and an innocent demeanor. Whatever rank or authority she had, it was impressive to see in action.

- Hi! Are you Dr. Cavendish?

- Yes, I am.

- Welcome to the Task Force 141 Base! - her smile was warm and charismatic. - I'm Assistant Operative-6 St. John-Torres; nice to meet you.

- Thank you, AO-6 Torres. Nice to meet you too.

- I got assigned to escort you to the main entrance. Can I come in?

- Sure, the door is unlocked. - I was inevitably smiling at her.

- Thank you! But before we proceed, care to come at the gate booth? I believe you'll need your credential back.

- Oh my God, of course! Just a moment.

I turned off the engine, unbuckled my safety belt and got out of the car. She was small, probably five feet and a half. Her arms were muscular and riddled with scars, but it didn't tarnished her noticeable femininity, packed with well placed curves on her body. I was genuinely curious of how she intimidated those two soldiers so easily.