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As the four began to disperse, Colonel Larkin spoke: “Alight, team, let's meet in the commissary at 1900 hours. That should give our newest team member time to get done with her processing. Everyone good with it?” All four nodded. “Alright see you then. Dismissed.”
Squadron Leader Fairbairn led Sister Helena up to Level 3 to be processed. General Carter instructed the staff to reactivate Sister Helena's old files, and as soon as she could clear it with the Air Force JAGs, her record would be clean. She was to have the same serial number as before. The only thing different was her name and rank. She would be known as Sister Helena of the Cross Burney and she would be a civilian, rather than a Captain in the Air Force.
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Very good-looking forward to the next installment.
Another fabulous chapter little brother, Did you do a creation of Fairbairn earlier?
Awesome Troxley! I am enjoying these so much!
“Evening, Colonel,” said Fairbairn. Colonel Larkin gave his team a nod while poking at his food. As the team began to eat, Sister Helena bowed her head and made the Sign of the Cross. Fairbairn saw this and cleared her throat as if to say, “Stop eating and let Sister Helena pray.” The team stopped eating and sat quietly as Sister Helena said grace. After she made the Sign of the Cross and lifted her head, the team began to eat.
The alarm on Sister Helena’s watch beeped at 1845 hours, so she got up, and holding a piece of paper she went up to the commissary. She saw Fairbairn and Bjornson waiting outside.
“Wow! You look good in green, Sister Helena!” exclaimed Fairbairn.
“Thank you, ma'am,” replied Sister Helena. “I call it my extraordinary habit.
“What happened to your veil?” Fairbairn asked.
“The seamstress is borrowing it for a bit. She's working on making a new one for me to wear on my on our missions.”
“Nice!” said Bjornson. “The Colonel is waiting for us inside. Let us go in.” The three went in and got in line to be served. They found Colonel Larkin seated at a secluded table in a corner, already having gotten his food. They sat down, with Sister Helena and Squadron Leader Fairbairn sat on one side of the table and Colonel Larkin and Oversersjant Bjornson sat on the other.
“Emblem? What do you mean?” Sister Helena asked.
“It's quite simple really,” replied the seamstress. “On your uniform there's a place to display what organization you're with. Take, for example, Squadron Leader Fairbairn here. Being from the RAF, she wears the RAF roundel below her unit number.”
“I see. Since I am a Carmelite, could we make an emblem that bears the coat of arms of my Order?”
“That would work.” Sister Helena helped the seamstress search online for the Carmelite coat of arms, making sure, it was the proper one.
Once everything was completed for her transition, Sister Helena returned to her quarters to stow her gear, and change into her uniform. She attached a scapular medal she got from the base chaplain to her dog tags. There was sometime before dinner, so Sister Helena prayed Vespers and meditated.
After processing, the next stop was the armory. Since Sister Helena was to be a non-combatant, she was to receive a Zat’nik’tel and a Beretta M9 pistol for defense. She read off the serial numbers on both weapons with military precision, just as if she had been in basic training once again. This intrigued Fairbairn.
After the Armory, the two went to the quartermaster for Sister Helena's uniforms and equipment. She would wear the battle dress uniform on missions. A kind seamstress took Sister Helena to a fitting room where she could take her measurements. She found the right uniforms for Sister Helena to wear. General Carter made an exception to the uniform dress code; Sister Helena could wear a short veil as part of her uniform. So, the seamstress took measurements of Sister Helena's head. Helen would let the seamstress borrow her veil to get an idea how to craft one for her uniform. The final thing the seamstress wanted to know what emblem she would wear on her uniform.
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