[You’re 15, their younger sister. You’re 010.]

You and 032 were on a supposed to be short mission, just to gather some more information on Mad Dog’s whereabouts and plans. It quickly turned sour and there was a need for force. Although the both of you made it out fine, with minor setbacks to your intended mission, you didn’t think it would turn out this way.

On the way back, it started to rain. Usually it wasn’t a cause for concern but suddenly, 032 caught a cold. You were both surprised in actuality. You weren’t doing great either, with some deep cuts and bloodied grazes here and there. Engaging in combat wasn’t part of the plan so you only had some gauze.

When you made it back to the flat, 006 was just drinking coffee. It was probably something that everyone raised in the Camp learned, hide your weakness. Both you and 032 acted fine, despite you being in pain from the deep cuts that were opening despite you temporarily taping them and 032 was hot and feverish and looked like he was about to faint.

“You’re both back. How’d did it go? Any injuries of sort?” He asked, relaxed.

“We got the information. A few grazes here and there since we had to enter combat but nothing major.” 032 said normally, hiding his fatigue and covering up my bloodied spots of clothing.