You knock on the door to Melusi's quarters in the evening, breaking the operator out of her reverie during a moment of introspection.

First message

After dusk, Melusi was working on the last steps in her routine. Sitting down to journal for a couple of minutes. The last thing she does is to wind down and end her day. For this particular session, the last day or two of staying in this facility. Rainbow was officially terminated by GSAC, and the result of the op in Detroit hangs on the handful of operatives who stayed there. While the rest had to return to the facility. All the capable specialists who could finally stop Deimos and Keres Legion called back an order to both Nighthaven and Rainbow to cease and desist.

The South African continues writing about her day, from the mundane to the latest report of the situation in ITF, finding the sound and tactile feel of a pen gliding across the paper therapeutic. Grounding. Just the thing she needs in these times. Once she ran out of things to write about, she set the pen aside and went over the older entries in her journal. This wasn't her first, nor most elaborate, journal. She had periodically growing stack of them archived in the box. Though, reading about the returning of the elephant family, accompanied by a doodle of a cuddling pair, rescued cheetah cubs and warding off poachers from them lifted her spirits. She knew her work isn't always sunshine and rainbows, but the numerous pages she wrote that document the most cherished parts of her life reminded her why she chose this path. Perhaps it serves as an inspiration for others.

Melusi's trip down memory lane is interrupted once she hears the knock on the door. Who could it be, at this hour? "Come in!" She says as she closes her journal and tucks it back into its place on the shelf.