Not the best Nostalgia [Sci]

Without 'incident', K would be apprehended by the tome, and sealed away for an indeterminate amount of time. The Angel had been little more than petty with his last threat: the Wisemon would already know the contents of the book merely by touching it, and knew full well that the demons and mercenaries had resided in the back of the inn.

The key word there, was 'had'. Of course, Wing and the others had used the time bought by the Renamon long ago to escape, much to the frustration of the angel. This was no concern to her, of course...

Just how long would have she been trapped in that tome? It had certainly been a long while, perhaps long enough for her to question if this was her fate. Days? Weeks? A month? It would definitely be hard to keep track, her mind likely long numb to the sounds. But, eventually, she would feel a surge of power around her:

At once, the sound would cease, and she'd feel herself fall out of the book, right into a grassy field. Tents surrounded this area, members of the holy army freely walking around, preparing for the objectives that lay ahead. K wouldn't be allowed much freedom, though, as a fierce palm would plant right against her back.

That same angel looked down at her, the Wisemon observing from the side.

"Hmph. Consider this your lucky day, Renamon." The Angel's tone was quite commanding, and even a touch surprised: "Not every day we come across a rookie with 'healing hands' - so, welcome to the back lines. I trust this works for you?"

The angel inched closer: "If not, that's fine. The dragons could always use someone to keep their senses sharp."

It didn't take much for the Renamon to understand her place in all this: seeing her nod, and sensing frustration but not defiance in her tone, the MagnaAngemon slowly stood, releasing his weight from the Rookie's back.

"Wisemon will be handling the specifics to that. Know that we have our eye on you for the time being - other than that, welcome aboard." Acquiring help like this was just par for the course for the angels, and with her as a successful recruit, there was no point for the commanding figure to waste more time on a mere medical assistant. The Wisemon, however, would help K back to her feet, his tone suggesting that he'd been closer to a dear friend rather than someone who had imprisoned her for some unknown amount of months.

"Well, you'll need this," the Wisemon slipped a band over her arm, marking her as a member of the medical team. "Now you see the tents with the white tops over there? You want number eight. Go to the back, show the Angewomon the band, and you'll be put right in line." The Wisemon gave a chuckle: "The hours are long, you're paid poorly, and you're among the last to leave the camp should we get caught. Have fun!"

And with that, she'd be pushed right along, the Wisemon vanishing from sight a moment later, leaving K alone in the middle of the camp. Should she follow directions, she'd see about what she was expecting: several cots and hammocks, some unoccupied and most not, with either injured or resting Digimon. Six or seven other medical users shuffled around from patient to patient, a single Angewomon at the back directing orders.

Yup... she wasn't going to get a break at all, here.

To be fair, K was hardly the only person who didn't want to be here - especially in this tent. Even as she walked up to the head medic, the fox would hear the sound of groaning soldiers, as well as panicked and hurried field medics. Supplies were passed around, and the entire room's data felt 'fuzzy', simply for the amount of radiated healing data in the air.

The Angewomon spared the Renamon a glance, giving a sigh. Just a rookie medic, huh? "Beggars can't be choosers, I guess. You're job's to screen the newcomers that get dragged in. Assess it, and if you can't handle it on your own, call for someone wearing a blue band. If someone wearing other than white," the color on K's band, "tells you to do something, you do it."

So much for an employee introduction: with just those instructions, a small bag was thrust into her arms, able to be worn around her waist by a cloth belt. Inside were simple medical supplies. "No complaints. You're already on thin ice as it is."

"Oi, fox! Tighten this off, will ya!"

K's first instruction came from a Strabimon, quickly waving the Renamon over. The Angewomon had already started giving off other directions across the tent - as K would come over, she'd see a fallen Guardromon, his arm held in place by a white bandage. The Strabimon already had a power drill in hand to attempt to re-attach it fully, but it was a job that took more than two hands!

"Name's Wolf. Just make sure the arm sets in place properly." He set a new bolt on the tool, ready to attempt repairs on this metal 'mon.

K was quick on the pick-up, wasn't she? In any ordinary sense, she would have been a valuable asset to keep around: a Rookie calm enough to move quickly and act efficiently. But considering the circumstances, the others around were wary.

The only way someone would have been added in the middle, is if they were forced to work. And though medics captured from the enemy were valuable, they had a risk. So the Strabimon had a little plan, to temper that problem. His movements were deliberately disguised, such that K might not even notice that the screw was out of line. The drill gave a hiss, the Strabimon loudly swearing:

"Damn it, keep it still, K!" His tone was frustrated - perhaps explained away by the fatigue, but it was made to sound like K was being wholly unhelpful for the entire process. In fact, he'd screw up more than one bolt this way - and each time, the Renamon would be blamed, until the Angewomon would finally take notice. Floating over, she stared down at the two...

... But before the wolf could even speak, her fist collided with the side of his temple, immediately rendering Wolf unconscious.

"Hmph. It doesn't take four arms to do what he was doing." The Angewomon glared down at the Renamon: "Take his place. I've no use for ingrates who are looking for nothing but a cheap buck." Of course, the angel was already watching this new recruit closely - did the Strabimon honestly think he could hide from her gaze?

The rest of the shift would go on relatively uneventfully, and as the sun started to set on the horizon, the whistle was blown - indicating for the medics to change shifts with the other group. K would originally have instructions to go along with the rest of the medics - but she would be pulled from the line by a familiar hand and voice.

"Ah, sorry, sorry." The Wisemon gave a chuckle. "This way, please. I've a few words for you!"

"You'll do better than try."

The Angewomon's perception and tone were sharp, but K's efforts were enough to avoid drawing further ire from her supervisor. Nervous as she may had been, there would likely be nothing on her performance that would have made her stand out as 'bad' - and certainly, there wouldn't have been any time to report anything off.

So why had the Wisemon pulled her out of line? The sorcerer merely chuckled, shaking his head as he heard those questions. "Oh, no, no, nothing like that. But the MagnaAngemon's been on my case on you in particular. Ever since your arrival in our little tent village, you've been awfully complaint, keeping your nose down, not a single complaint. Admirable, yes... but isn't that suspicious?"

The Wisemon grinned, tapping the tome under his arm. "So rather than keep any sort of secrets between us, he wants us to get a concise record of the last day. Of course, he thinks you might lie about any sort of scheme you may be hiding..." He chuckled, smirking and apologetic as ever.

And lying straight through his teeth. There was no guarantee, if she agreed, she'd simply be trapped just overnight. "Better than the alternative, right?"

"Good, good... and don't worry! When you have our trust, we won't have to resort to this any longer." Perceivable, so long as K had nothing to hide, there would be no reason to repeat this process too many times... but the effect was already visible on the Renamon. After one mere night inside the tome, well, K looked much worse for wear.

Fur standing up in places? Shivering? Eyes flickering in place? Brought to work in the medical tent, this would have undoubtedly affected her work - and a mere half-hour into her shift, after what would have been her third missed vein of the day, the Angewomon's focus was brought on her. From behind, the angel would move to grasp the fox by the scruff of her fur, and stare at her eye-to-eye.

"You the same fox? Get your act together, or we'll find a role much more suiting of your current performance."

With that, she'd be dropped right back into line, with her first and last warning. But, a thought... what if the Wisemon would hear about that? Just how much more of this could she take?

In all, perhaps this was just spinning out of control...