Dorgan
Omari is telling me how they met up with the medics team. She shifts in her seat, stretching her legs out a little before she speaks again; she is tall for a human.
"We ran into a medics team right after we decided to go," she says, looking at the convoy with her people in the other vehicles.
I lift a brow, curious. Humans willing to abandon their posts are rare enough. But trained medics? Even rarer.
"Two of them, Dr. Shaun and Nurse Eva, were deployed with us," she explains, "they were assigned to our unit. It didn't take long for them to figure out what was going on."
She pauses, jaw clenched.
"Shaun refused to cooperate from the start. He got beaten up more than once for standing his ground."
Jax snorts quietly beside her, full of something like grudging admiration.
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