Nora - Security

Munitions wounds. Like somebody getting shot? Those are pretty serious issues, and it's by far the most recent notification, sent less than a full hour ago.

The journey to the security office takes you through one of the more populated areas of the station, you see a whole three or four people on your way. It's comforting to know that there are more people than just ranking officers aboard the station in a way, though it does make the whole question of "who tried to **** you?" more of an issue.

The door to the security office beeps as it rejects your access. That seems like an oversight, locking a medical officer out of somewhere they might be needed. If somebody were to get shot in an area you didn't have clearance for, it would be a long walk back to the medbay or to Abdullah's office. Really, it seems like most of the major facilities are an inconveniently high distance from the medbay.

"Including the airlock."

Maybe you're assigning too much credit to the how and not enough to the where. Somebody taking you to the place where it would be easiest to kill you seems like a more likely story than somebody trying to send a message. Not that you can rule out the whole "sending a message" idea just yet. The security door beeps again, you had tried re-scanning your card without thinking and a cartoonish frowny face appears on the panel as it rejects you. The Fisher-Price dystopia seems to be rolling along nicely.

"Psst!"

The noise comes from behind you, to the right, and low to the ground. A woman is lying on her stomach in an open doorway behind you. She looks up at you desperately through a shaggy cloud of curly ginger bangs. She's wrapped herself in a mixture of a bathrobe and a towel and seemed to have dragged herself from her shower to meet you. She's trailing water behind her... and blood.

"Get in!" She heaves through clenched teeth, looking both ways down the hallway to make sure nobody else sees her.

"You're Security Officer Nora?" You ask.

"Shh!" She whispered urgently, checking the hallway again. "Da! Get in!"

You step over her into her room, making sure not to step in the wet trail she's left. She checks the hallways a final time before pulling herself up and locking it behind you. You can't help but notice how capable she is of moving around with just her upper body strength. Even without being able to see much of her body, you can already tell she's in world-class shape.

"Why the secrecy?"

She noisily drags herself over to a bench and manages to heave herself up into a seated position. "You are doctor, yes?"

"So I'm told."

"You keep secret?"

"I'm not a snitch if that's what you're asking."

She looks around sheepishly before opening her bathrobe. There's a bullet hole in her right hip that is absolutely pouring blood.

"I have accident... in shower."

"How did you get shot in the shower?"

She shakes her head guiltily "No shot, simple fall."

"I know a bullet wound when I see one. Plus you did file it as a munitions injury."

"If anyone ask, it happen on firing range, promise?" She asks, a pathetic grimace on her face as you press down on the wound to check if the bullet is still inside.

You signal up to her that your lips are sealed before opening your portable medic bag.

"Okay, okay. Mayyyyybe shower gun go off on mistake."

You pause a second "I'm sorry, shower gun?"

"All legal! I have forms!"

"Okay, but why do you have a gun in the shower?"

"Getting cabinet gun too slow in emergency."

"I'm sorry, cabinet gun?"

She laughs heartily despite the fact that you're currently pulling a bullet out of the meat of her hip "You are very sorry it seems. I forget sometimes not everybody is so prepared as me."

Well, if there were one word you would use to describe Nora, it would probably be "slab" with "beef" being a close second. Maybe "prepared" could be a way of saying it but it wouldn't be your first choice. She seems completely unashamed at the fact that she's effectively naked in front of you and you're kneeling between her legs. Though considering her body wouldn't look out of place in a bodybuilding competition she's probably quite proud of it. Her body is shaped like a rectangle of pure, veiny muscle with a pair of tits thrown on at the last second. Her thighs are bigger around than your head, in fact, they could probably pop your head like a grape ...not that you're thinking about that. It would probably be a bad time to get an erection, but you aren't not looking at her hairless pussy.

"What does having a gun in the shower prepare you for?" You ask, trying to maintain small talk and keep from drooling.

"Shower attack."

"What's going to attack you in the shower?"

"Not matter what, most **** there."

"I think if anybody attacked you, you could just snap them like a twig."

She laughs "Da, you are very kind. Why leave anything to chance?"

"So how did your shower gun go off exactly?"

"Shower gun cabinet fall off of wall, many things break around here."

"You can say that again." You mutter. Pure muscle memory, and adrenaline, moves your hands through the suturing process.

"I hear somebody try to kill you." She asks curiously, wincing slightly.

"Fortunately, they didn't succeed."

She reaches out and awkwardly tousles your hair. "I like you doctor, if I find criminal I crush them for you?"

"Actually, since you mention it, do we have security cameras down in the airlock where it happened?"

"Da, every airlock have camera."

"Then do we have footage of the attack?"

"Da."

"Then can we see it and find out who it was?"

She frowns and looks away sheepishly. "I have embarrassing confession."

You look up at her as you disinfect the wound one final time. "Get it out of your system while my face is still between your legs."

She blushes, maybe not so shameless after all. "Doctor face look good down there." She blushes even deeper. "No! Forget I say that!"

You stand up and stretch your sore knees before sitting beside her. "Relax, Nora."

She quickly pulls her bathrobe closed again. "I uh... I think I forget... security password?"

"You forgot the password to the security cameras?"

"Admin make me change it to something with English letters, tell me old password cause error. English letters confuse me."

"So we're locked out of the camera footage?" You sigh as you stand up.

Nora hobbles to the door to unlock it for you "I will try all combinations! Give me time!"

"It's okay Nora, I can talk to Abdullah about it and see if we can get an override."

"If that work too! I want to help pretty doctor, she is good noodle. I owe her for not snitch about shower gun." She claps you on the arm proudly as she says it and nearly buckles your knees.

"Thanks, Nora, you might want to eat something. You lost a lot of blood just now."

Almost on cue she wobbles and braces against the wall. "...Da. Maybe a snack and a nap will be good treatment."

You manage to slip away from the shaved bear of a woman out into the hallway. She closes the door behind you and you check to see if your arm is bruised before re-opening your datapad.