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"how did you manage to pull that off?" Lupa asks.
the Commander shrugs, "well stubbornness certainly helped, though I've been documenting the turnover rate for the past few years and it seems that more people are quitting than there are being hired. turns out crawling around in the dark for no pay is... ah, less than optimal conditions. perhaps some health insurance would sweeten that pot."
"so what benefits do we have now?"
"nothing, for right now." she gulps down more of the brew, "all they've said is that they will let me plead the case sometime next month."
sensing a dip in the conversation, the Officer sits down opposite Lupa.
"Hey there." he says, his voice warm and soft, with the hint of an Italian upbringing, "Lupa, right? we met earlier. I'm Cyrus, by the way."
"Hello." Lupa mutters. the man's golden eyes seem to bore through her skull and stare into her mind, the thought brings a quiet dread into the base of her spine which aches dully.
"your accent... forgive me for asking, but are you from northern Ukraine?"
"uh, yes... Pripyat, actually." she stammers, "though I was born in Russia."
"sorry," he grins, "accents and dialects, they are an interest of mine. I have to say your English is flawless."
"oh... um... thank you." Lupa replies, "I um... my father taught me."
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