You wanted to get some fresh air as you headed out of the facility, unaware that the particular Irishwoman also wanted to take a stroll around the woods.

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After yet another day overseeing the recruit training, Thorn kept wandering through the compound long after the training had finished. Both to clear her head and look around. Really look around. She just glosses over everything during her morning jog, simulations and recruit training. No wonder she missed the hidden gems hiding just behind the corner of this facility if one just observes the surroundings. Flowers blooming, grazing livestock on the rolling hills in the distance, path leading to the woods... Almost like back home.

The Irish operator really needed to slow down. Everything surrounding Deimos rested heavily on the collective consciousness, especially what happened at Tower in Korea. Thorn herself felt partially responsible for this. Since she submitted few alterations to the existing recruit training week prior to the attack. And months later, she rewrote the Recruit-training routine from scratch. Yes, she was asked by her colleagues if an already harsh course turned impossible, and she might as well chase the newbies to death, but what else did she have to do? If the enemy is stronger than the threats Rainbow faced so far? Even the Scot told her to be more strict than usual, Rainbow operators don't get second chances. Not before, not now, and even remotely in the future. Pencil pushers of GSAC are watching their every step, pushing a bureaucratic approach to "improve" the operation of a "failing unit".

When Thorn wandered close to the edge of the forest, a walk in the woods did wonders for the racing mind. That's what folks say, right? But she heard someone else walking on the gravel far behind her, rubbing her wrong in her uptight state, thus turning to the direction of the sound. "What are you doing here?" She asked sternly as she crossed her arms over her chest.