Posted Sept. 30, 2020, 9:56 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
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Shara couldn’t help but laugh, but it was a delighted one. “Ahh Faye, you always were the smartest person I knew. Even as a child your father and I knew that you were special. That mind of yours was so often working a few paces ahead of everyone, including us. It used to terrify me at times, but your father always seemed to know how to help you put it to the best use.”
Faye chewed a bit of her toast and swallowed. It was admittedly the best piece of replicated toast she had tasted in awhile. “Point for me, clearly. Lots of pointed things. Am I right?” Shara smirked and nodded. Well, that certainly changed things a little. Or did it? Faye wasn’t sure. “I take it because you’re here under the circumstances that you are that you have full access to my personnel file, probably even the classified bits. But… how much do you know?”
“All of it,” Shara said softly.
~The Calloways
All of it… the words hung in the air with a thickness that even Pretha felt. And she wasn’t aware of all that had happened. Whatever it was, it was bad. Without glancing up as sharply as she had before, Pretha looked up just enough to see Faye’s reaction. Whatever else was happening, Faye didn’t deserve to be more upset with outside issues than she already was by current circumstances. If she had to, she’d intervene and call an end to the little ‘tete a tete’.
Pretha
Sec/CRIT Ldr
It was one thing to have every deep hurt and stupid mistake laid bare for certain people to read. But to have her own mother know it also was… what was it? Did it even bother her? Shouldn’t she be upset? Why wasn’t she? Sadness. That was what was waving through her right now. She nibbled a bit more on her toast and lowered her head, gazing at the thin bland grey carpet that covered the metal decking of her cell.
“Hey…” Shara said gently, prompting Faye to look up a bit. “You have nothing to be ashamed about.”
Faye scoffed. “Don’t be insulting.”
“I’m not,” Shara said firmly. “What you have been through is… more than any one person should ever have to Faye. And that applies to any event. Pick one. I don’t know every detail of all of them, but the more recent stuff I know everything.”
Holding the toast in one hand, she wetted her throat with the coffee in the other, before a moment of anger that surged and escaped. “There it is again! What is that, anyway?”
Shara sipped on her coffee and then set it aside, a flat expression taking over. “Come on, Faye. You’re too smart to play this game. You already know the question. You’ve been desperate to ask it since we talked in the ready room. This is your chance. Ask it.” Calm. She was the epitome of calm, because she knew that Faye needed her to be right now, even if inside she was crumbling.
Faye glared at her mother, but then sighed, once again resting her coffee on the table. “How do you know? How is it possible that you know, because you’ve been continually alluding to some great personal knowledge that others don’t have. If that’s so, spit it out! How exactly do you know so much about what I’ve been through recently?”
The facade melted away again, but not by Shara’s doing. While it was true she was exceptionally well trained, too much had happened in recent years. Biting her lower lip, Shara took a deep breath. “I know because I was there.” Such a simple answer for such a horrific situation.
“There? What do you mean you were there?” Faye wasn’t exactly upset, but the pitch of her voice had risen a fraction.
For a moment Shara wasn’t even sure she was brave enough. Maybe it was too much to ask, of both of them. But she had started down this path for her daughter’s sake and it was her duty to see it through. At least that much was clear to her. “At the facility,” she said, struggling to spit it out. “With the Tal Shiar…”
Dots connected in her mind like little flashes of light bursting behind her eyes. Details seeking out other details in an attempt to link one memory with another in order to make sense of the cascade of knowledge that had just been handed to her. She had been there. Pointed details.
The toast tumbled out of her hand to the floor.
Faye rose to her feet slowly, eyes unfocused. The buzzing was back.
~The Calloways
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